Oklahoma Hills

Oklahoma Hills - Jack Guthrie

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 rode my pony on the reservation

In the Oklahoma hills where I was born

Now 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

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 rode my pony on the reservation

In the Oklahoma hills where I was born

A 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

While the black oil rolls and flows

And the snow white cotton grows

In those Oklahoma hills where I was born

I'll way down yonder in the Indian nation

I rode my pony on the reservation

In the Oklahoma hills where I was born

A way down yonder in the Indian nation

A cowboy's life is my occupation

In those Oklahoma hills where I was born