Oklahoma Hills

Oklahoma Hills - Tommy Collins

Written by：Woody 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 ride my pony on 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 bron

But as I sit here today many miles

I am away

From a place

I rode my pony through the drove

Why the old black jack could freeze

Kiss the playfull prairie breeze

In those oklahoma hills where

I was born

Way down yonder in the

Indian nation ride my pony on 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 bron

Now as I turn life a page

To the land of a great old stage

In those oklahoma hills where

I was born

While the

Blackbony

River flows and the snow white cotton grows

In those oklahoma hills where

I was born

Now way down yonder in the

Indian nation ride my pony on 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 bron