Many months 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
Well I feel like in those hills I still belong
CHORUS
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation, I ride my pony on the reservation
In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born
Now way down yonder in 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 a place I rode my pony through the draw
While the Oak And Blackjack trees, kiss the playful prairie breeze
In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born
REPEAT CHORUS
Now as I turn life a page, to the land of the great old sage
In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born
While the Black Oil it rolls and flows and the snow white cotton grows
In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born
REPEAT CHORUS