Oklahoma Hills

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Many months have come & gone,
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Since I wandered from my home
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In those Oklahoma hills where I was
 G
 born.


D7     G                G7
Many a page of life has turned
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Many a lesson I have learned
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But I feel like in those hills I 
        G
still belong.


Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
  C
I rode my pony on the reservation
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In those Oklahoma hills where I was
  G
 born

Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
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A cowboy's life is my occupation
         D7                        
In those Oklahoma hills where I was
 G
 born.


                   G7          C
But as I sit here today, Many miles 
I am away
         D7                  
From the place I rode my pony 
             G
through the draw
D7        G                  G7
Where the oak and blackjack trees
          C
Kiss the playful prairie breeze
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In those Oklahoma hills where I was
 G
 born.



                     G7           
Now as I turn life a page, To the 
C
land of the great Osage
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In those Oklahoma hills where I was
 G
 born.
D7        G         G7
Where the black oil rolls & flows
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And the snow white cotton grows
         D7                        
In those Oklahoma hills where I was
  G
 born.