Oklahoma Hills

Oh, 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 the occupation

In the Oklahoma hills where I was born

Many months have come and gone

Since I wandered from my home

In the Oklahoma hills where I was born

Though a page of life is turned

And a lesson I have learned

Yet I feel like in the 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 the occupation

In the Oklahoma hills where I was born

As I sit here today, many miles I am away

From the place I rode my pony through the draw

Where the oak and the blackjack trees

Kiss the playful prairie breeze

In the Oklahoma hills where I was born

Well, 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 the occupation

In the Oklahoma hills where I was born

Now, as I turn life a page

To the land of the great Osage

In the Oklahoma hills where I was born

Where the black oil rolls and flows

And the snow white cotton grows

In the 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 the occupation

In the Oklahoma hills where I was born