Oklahoma Hills

Many a month has come and gone

Since i wandered from my home

In those oklahoma hills where i was born.

Many a page of life has turned,

Many a lesson i have learned;

Well, i feel like in those hills i still belong.

'way down yonder in the indian nation

Ridin' my pony on the reservation,

In those oklahoma hills where i was born.

Now, 'way down yonder in the indian nation,

A cowboy's life is my occupation,

In those oklahoma hills where i was born.

But as i sit here today,

Many miles i am away

From a place i rode my pony through the draw,

While the oak and blackjack trees

Kiss the playful prairie breeze,

In those oklahoma hills where i was born.

Now as i turn life a page

To the land of the great osage

In those oklahoma hills where i was born,

While the black oil it rolls and flows

And the snow-white cotton grows

In those oklahoma hills where i was born.