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.