Oklahoma Hills

Many a month has come and gone Since I've wandered from my home In those Oklahoma hills where I was born Many a page of my life has turned Many lessons I have learned And I feel like in those hills where I belong Way down yonder in the Indian nation Riding 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 black jack trees Kiss the playful Prairie breeze And I feel back in those hills where I belong Way down yonder in the Indian nation Riding 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 the land of the great Osage In those Oklahoma hills where I was born Where the black oil rolls and flows And the snow white cotton grows And I feel like in those hills where I belong Way down yonder in the Indian nation Riding 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