Oklahoma Hills

Oklahoma Hills - Jack Guthrie/Margaret Whiting

Many years 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

And I feel that in those hills I still belong

Way down yonder in the Indian nation

Ride 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

As I sit here today many miles I am away

From a place I rode my pony through the draw

Where the oak and blackjack trees

Kiss the playful prairie breeze

In the Oklahoma hills where I was born

Way down yonder in the Indian nation

Ride 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

Where the black oil rolls and flows

And the snow white cotton grows

In the Oklahoma hills where I was born

Way down yonder in the Indian nation

Riding my pony on the reservation

In the Oklahoma hills where I was born

Way down yonder in the Indian nation

A cowboy's life is my occupation

In the Oklahoma hills where I was born