Oklahoma Hills

Many months have 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, I ride 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 Way down yonder in the Indian Nation, I ride 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 Now as I turn life a page, to the land of the great old sage 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 Way down yonder in the Indian Nation, I ride 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