Many months have come and gone
Sense I wandered from my home
In these Oklahoma hills where I was born
Many a page of life has turned
many a lesson I have learned
I feel like in those hills I still belong
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
I rode my pony on the reservation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
А cowboy's life is my occupation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
But as I sat here today
Many a miles I am away
From the place I rode my pony through the drawl
Where the oak and blackjack trees
Kiss the playful prairie breeze
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
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Well as I turn life a page
Back 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 those Oklahoma hills where I was born
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