| D | D | G | G |
[Verse 1]
G C A
Many years have come and gone, since I wandered from my home
D G
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
C A
Many a page of life has turned, many a lesson I have learned
D G
And I feel that in those hills I still belong
[Chorus]
C
Way down yonder in the Indian nation, ridin' a pony on the reservation
D G
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
C
Way down yonder in the Indian nation, a cowboy's life is my occupation
D G
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
[Verse 2]
C A7
As I sit here today many miles I am away
D G
From the place I rode my pony through the draw
C A
Where the oak and blackjack trees, kiss the playful prairie breeze
D G
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
[Chorus]
C
Way down yonder in the Indian nation, ridin' a pony on the reservation
D G
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
C
Way down yonder in the Indian nation, a cowboy's life is my occupation
D G
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
[Interlude]
| G | G | C | C |
| D7 | D7 | G | G |
| G | G | C | C |
| D | D | G | G |
[Verse 3]
G C A7
As I turn life a page, to the land of the great old sage
D G
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
C A7
While the black oil rolls and flows and the snow white cotton grows
D G
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
[Chorus]
C
Way down yonder in the Indian nation, ridin' a pony on the reservation
D G
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
C
Way down yonder in the Indian nation, a cowboy's life is my occupation
D G
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
