The boys are breakin' bottles out here on the streets of London The women here, they look like movie stars Things I'd do to be back in Oklahoma Kickin' around at a hometown bar
And I've dined with kings and queens in the city I filled my plate and then I filled it more But my cup's still kind and stays half-empty And I'm jealous when all the sweat drops hit the floor
And I walk the alleys tryna find myself a kick drum Or a man cover a slow John Prine song But in spite of myself, I just can't stop thinkin' That paradise awaits for me back home
Boys are breakin' bottles down here on the streets of London And the women here, they look like movie stars Things I'd do to be back in Oklahoma Kickin' around at a hometown bar
