Many years have come and 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 And I feel that in those hills I still belong Way down yonder in the Indian nation ride my pony on the reservation In the Oklahoma hills where I was born A way down yonder in the Indian nation a cowboy's life is my occupation In the Oklahoma hills where I was born As I sit here today many miles I am away From a place I rode my pony through the drove Where the oak and blackjack trees kiss the playful prairie breeze In the Oklahoma hills where I was born Way down yonder in the Indian nation... [ guitar ] As I turn life a page to the land of a great old sage In the Oklahoma hills where I was born Where the Blackbony River flows in the snow white cotton grows In the Oklahoma hills where I was born Way down yonder in the Indian nation...
Many years have come and 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 And I feel that in those hills I still belong Way down yonder in the Indian nation ride my pony on the reservation In the Oklahoma hills where I was born A way down yonder in the Indian nation a cowboy's life is my occupation In the Oklahoma hills where I was born As I sit here today many miles I am away From a place I rode my pony through the drove Where the oak and blackjack trees kiss the playful prairie breeze In the Oklahoma hills where I was born Way down yonder in the Indian nation... [ guitar ] As I turn life a page to the land of a great old sage In the Oklahoma hills where I was born Where the Blackbony River flows in the snow white cotton grows In the Oklahoma hills where I was born Way down yonder in the Indian nation...
