Oklahoma Hills

Many a month has 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
 Ridin' 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,
 While the oak and blackjack trees
 Kiss the playful prairie breeze,
 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,
 While the black oil it rolls and flows
 And the snow-white cotton grows
 In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.