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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 the 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 born
But 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 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
Now way down yonder in the Indian nation
A cowboy's life is my occupation
In those 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 those Oklahoma hills where I was born
Now way down yonder in the Indian nation
Ride my pony on the 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 born