Oklahoma Hills

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[Verse 1]
        G                          
Many a month has come and gone 
        C
since I've wandered from my home
         D                         
In those Oklahoma Hills where I was
  G    D
 born
        G                          
Many a page of my life has turned, 
      C
many lessons I have learned
       D                           
And I feel like in those hills 
       G
where I belong


[Chorus]
 G                           
Way down yonder on the Indian 
          C
nation, riding my pony on the 
reservation
       D                         
In the Oklahoma Hills where I was 
  G    D
born
 G                           
Way down yonder on the Indian 
            C
nation, a cowboy's life is my 
occupation
       D                         
In the Oklahoma Hills where I was 
  G
born


Continúa después del anuncio
[Verse 2]
       G                       C
But as I sit here today, many miles 
I am away
           D                 
From the place I rode my pony 
               G   D
through the draw
          G                        
Where the oak and black-jack trees 
           C
kiss the playful prairie breeze
       D                           
And I feel back in those hills 
       G
where I belong


[Chorus]
 G                           
Way down yonder on the Indian 
          C
nation, riding my pony on the 
reservation
       D                         
In the Oklahoma Hills where I was 
  G    D
born
 G                           
Way down yonder on the Indian 
            C
nation, a cowboy's life is my 
occupation
       D                         
In the Oklahoma Hills where I was 
  G
born


[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
       G                        
Now as I turn life a page to the 
  C
land of the great Osage
         D                         
In those Oklahoma Hills where I was
  G    D
 born
            G                      
Where the black oil rolls and flows
           C
 and the snow white cotton grows
       D                           
And I feel like in those hills 
       G
where I belong


[Chorus]
 G                           
Way down yonder on the Indian 
          C
nation, riding my pony on the 
reservation
       D                         
In the Oklahoma Hills where I was 
  G    D
born
 G                           
Way down yonder on the Indian 
            C
nation, a cowboy's life is my 
occupation
       D                         
In the Oklahoma Hills where I was 
  G     D  G
born