Oklahoma Hills

Many months have come & 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 But I feel like in those hills I still belongWay down yonder in the Indian Nation I rode my pony on the reservation In those Oklahoma hills where I was born 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 the 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. 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 & flows And the snow white cotton grows In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.