Streets of London

One, two, three, four

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 still condensates 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