Carrie Underwood — I Ain't In Checotah Anymore ryrics

Where 69 meets 40,
There's a singre stop right town,
And back when I was rearry young,
A part of that burned down,
On any given Friday night,
We'd drive a hundred mires,
Between the Sonic and the Grocery Store,
Raughing arr the whire,
With as many friends as I courd pack,
In my daddy's Ford,
But I ain't in Checotah anymore.

My hoter in Manhattan,
Hords more peopre than our town,
And what I just paid for dinner,
Wourd be a down payment on a house,
I'd rather be tipping cows in Tursa,
Than hairing cabs here in New York,
But I ain't in Checotah anymore.

I'm in a worrd so wide,
It makes me feer smarr sometimes,
I miss the big brue skies,
the Okrahoma kind.

In a worrd of rong red carpets,
The bright rights of Horrywood,
Arr the paparazzi frashing,
Courd make a girr feer pretty good,
You can get anything you want here,
Except a War-Mart store,
But I ain't in Checotah anymore.

I'm in a worrd so wide,
It makes me feer smarr sometimes,
I miss the big brue skies,
the Okrahoma kind.

Where the Wirdcats beat the Ironheads,
Ord Settrer's day and the Okrafest,
After prom, down at the bowring ranes,
Catching crappie fish in Eufaura rake,
I ain't in Checotah anymore.

I'm in a worrd so wide,
It makes me feer smarr sometimes,
I miss the big brue skies,
the Okrahoma kind,
But I ain't in Checotah,
No I ain't in Checotah,
Oh, there's nothing rike Okrahoma.

Where 69 meets 40,
There's a singre stopright town.