Oklahoma Hills

Many months have come and gone Since I wandered from my home In those Oklahoma hills where I was born Though a page of life has turned And a lesson I have learned Yet I feel that in those hills I still belong Way down yonder in the Indian nation I rode my pony on the reservation In the Oklahoma hills where I was born Way down yonder in the Indian nation A cowboy's life is my occupation In the Oklahoma hills where I was born But as I sit here today Many miles I am away From the place I rode my pony through the draw Where the oak and blackjack trees Kiss the playful prairie breeze In those Oklahoma hills where I was born Way down yonder in the Indian nation I rode my pony on the reservation In the Oklahoma hills where I was born Way down yonder in the Indian nation A cowboy's life is my occupation In the Oklahoma hills where I was born Now as I turn life a page To a land of great Osage In those Oklahoma hills where I was born Where the black oil rolls and flows And the snow-white cotton grows In those Oklahoma hills where I was born Way down yonder in the Indian nation I rode my pony on the reservation In the Oklahoma hills where I was born Way down yonder in the Indian nation A cowboy's life is my occupation In the Oklahoma hills where I was born