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 then a lesson I have learned

Well I feel like in those hills I still belong

Way down yonder in the Indian nation ride my pony on reservation

In those Oklahoma hills where I was born

Way down yonder in the Indian nation a cowboy's life is my occupation

In those Oklahoma hills where I was born

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But as I sit here today many miles I am away

From the place I rode my pony through the drove

Where the oak and black jack trees kiss the playful prairie breeze

In those Oklahoma hills where I was born

Way down yonder in the Indian nation...