(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'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