

Oklahoma highways,
rolling into gold
Sunset on the windshield,
stories yet untold
The evening burns like copper on the road Red dirt rising where
the warm winds blow The highway keeps on singing through the fading
light
We got a little faith and a long way tonight
And the sky turns amber,
the day lets go
We follow that fire where the west winds blow
Filipinas are driving On an Oklahoma highway
Filipinas are driving On an Oklahoma highway
And we praise the Lord My wife is driving And we praise
the Lord
Filipinas are driving
Windows down, red dirt rolling Golden sky and wheels still going
We praise the Lord on this highway Praise the Lord
Golden hour freedom, windows down
Windows down
And we praise the Lord
My wife is driving And we praise the Lord
Filipinas are driving
Filipinas are driving On an Oklahoma
highway
Amen