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
Riding 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