Oklahoma Hills

                                  Many months have come and gone 

Since I wondered from my home

In the Oklahoma hills where I was born

Many page in life has turned

Many lessons I have learned

Yet I feel that in those hills I still belong



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Way down yonder in the Indian nation

I'd ride my pony on the reservation

In the Oklahoma hills where I was born

Way down yonder in the Indian nation

A cowboys life was my occupation

In the Oklahoma hills where I was born



As I'm standing here today 

I am many miles away

From the place I rode my pony through the draw

Where the oak and blackjack trees 

Kiss the playful prairie breeze

In the Oklahoma hills where I was born

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As in life I turn a page 

To the land of the ole sage

In the Oklahoma hills where I was born

Where the black oil rolls and flows

And the snow white cotton grows

In the Oklahoma hills where I was born