Intro: C F C G

       C
Where 69 meets 40, 

There's a single stop light town, 
     F
And back when I was really young, 
 Am                      G
Part of that burned down, 
    C
On any given Friday night, 

We'd drive a hundred miles, 
              F
Between the Sonic and the Grocery Store, 
  Am                   G
Laughin' all the while, 
         Am             G
With as many friends as I could pack, 
 F
In my daddy's Ford, 
       Am   G     F             C
But I ain't in Checotah anymore. 

     C
My hotel in Manhattan, 
             F         
Holds more people than our town, 
         C
And what I just paid for dinner, 
                   G
Would be a down payment on a house, 
                Am              G
I'd rather be tippin' cows in Tulsa, 
              F
Then hailing cabs here in New York, 
       Am   G     F             C
But I ain't in Checotah anymore. 


Chorus:
                F
I'm in a world so wide, 
                   C
It makes me feel small sometimes, 
           Am             G
I miss the big blue skies, 
          F
The Oklahoma kind. 
      

       C
In a world of long red carpets, 
             F
The bright lights of Hollywood, 
            C
All the paparazzi flashin' 
            G
Can make a girl feel pretty good, 
               Am         G
You can get anything you want here, 
  F            
Except a Wal-Mart store, 
       Am   G     F             C
But I ain't in Checotah anymore. 


Chorus:               
                F
I'm in a world so wide, 
                   C
It makes me feel small sometimes, 
           Am             G
I miss the big blue skies, 
          F
The Oklahoma kind. 
          
       
             G
Where the Wildcats beat the Ironheads, 

Old Settler's day and the Okrafest, 

After prom down at the bowling lanes, 

Catchin' crappy fish in Eufaula lake, 
   Am   G     F             Fsus4
I ain't in Checotah anymore. 

F C Fsus4 F   G  
         Oh Yeah...

Chorus: 
                F
I'm in a world so wide, 
                   C
It makes me feel small sometimes, 
           Am             G
I miss the big blue skies, 
          F
The Oklahoma kind, 
       Am   G     F
But I ain't in Checotah, 
      Am   G     F
No I ain't in Checotah, 
              Am          G   F
Oh, there's nothing like Oklahoma. 
       
       C
Where 69 meets 40,