[ Featuring Lori Kristin ]
I come in from the field and there's my lady
She's cryin' as she tends the supper stove,
A still unopened letter tells the story,
Stamped Oklahoma and addressed to me with love
It can only be from her in Oklahoma
The fancy one that wore such rich perfume
What's she doin' sending letters here to our home from Oklahoma,
That girl that he once knew
You and I don't need no Oklahoma memories
No Oklahoma storm upon our Kansas dreams
I promised when we left there I'd forgive you
If you'd forget your Oklahoma memory
I stand there, and my mind slips back to Tulsa
To that college girl so rich and so refined
But I love my country lady here in Kansas
I'll burn the letter and tell her not to cry
You and I don't need no Oklahoma memories
No Oklahoma storm upon our Kansas dreams
I promised when we left there I'd forgive you
And I'd forget my Oklahoma memory
