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,
While i feel like in those hills i still belong.
But as i sit here today
Many miles i am away
From the place i rode my pony through the draw
While the oaken black jack trees
Kiss the purple prairie breeze
In those oklahoma hills where i was born.
Way down yonder in the indian nation
Ride my pony on the reservation
In those oklahoma hills where i was born,
Way down yonder in the indian nation
A cowboy's life was 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 rolls and flows
And the snow white cotton grows
In those oklahoma hills i still belong.
Way down yonder in the indian nation
Ride my pony on the reservation
In those oklahoma hills where i was born,
Way down yonder in the indian nation
A cowboy's life was my occupation
In those oklahoma hills where i was born.
Way down yonder in the indian nation
Ride my pony on the reservation
In those oklahoma hills where i was born,
Way down yonder in the indian nation
A cowboy's life was my occupation
In those oklahoma hills where i was born.