Intro :
Many months have come and gone, since I w andered from my
home
In those O klahoma Hills where I was b
orn
Many a page of life has turned, many a l esson I have l
earned
Well I f eel like in those hills I still be
long
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation, I r
ide my pony on the reservation
In those O klahoma Hills where I was b
orn
Now way down yonder in the Indian Nation, a C
owboy's life is my occupation
In those O klahoma Hills where I was b
orn
Instrumental :
But as I sit here today, many m iles I am
away
From a p lace I rode my pony through the d
raw
While the Oak And Blackjack trees, kiss the p layful prairie b
reeze
In those O klahoma Hills where I was b
orn
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation, I r
ide my pony on the reservation
In those O klahoma Hills where I was b
orn
Now way down yonder in the Indian Nation, a C
owboy's life is my occupation
In those O klahoma Hills where I was b
orn
Instrumental :
Now as I turn life a page, to the l and of the great old
sage
In those O klahoma Hills where I was b
orn
While the Black Oil it rolls and flows and the s now white cotton
grows
In those O klahoma Hills where I was b
orn
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation, I r
ide my pony on the reservation
In those O klahoma Hills where I was b
orn
Now way down yonder in the Indian Nation, a C
owboy's life is my occupation
In those O klahoma Hills where I was b
orn
