I think you need to have grown up there to really understand it. To understand that small town Oklahoma feeling.
To understand the openness of a field full of cattle. To know the rules of driving country roads (the rules are, there are no rules).
If you grew up there, you are unfazed by the unpassable tractor going 15 mph directly in front of you or spotting the man on horseback through your passenger side window.
You are well versed on important matters like the Land Run, the Chisolm Trail and the difference between being a Cowboy and a Sooner.
When you were raised in a little Oklahoma town, you just get what those country songs are saying. And even if you're not a country music fan yourself, you smile a little because you know all about pick-up trucks, and boys with cold beers, and bonfires after high school football games, and speaking with that Oklahoma drawl.
We spent last weekend in Oklahoma City (that's the big city, in case you were wondering). While there we took a ride on the Bricktown Water Taxi.
It was kind of nice, just playing tourist, in the state that we now so well.