Oklahoma Hills

Many a month has come and gone, since I wandered from my home, in those Oklahoma hills where I was born. Many a page my life has turned, many a lesson I have learned, and I feel like in those hills where I belong. 'Way down yonder on the Indian Nation, ridin' my pony on the reservation, in the Oklahoma hills where I was born. ‘Way down yonder on 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, and I feel like in those 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 and flows and the snow-white cotton grows, and I feel like in those hills where I belong.