Many months have come & 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
But I feel like in those hills I still belong.
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
I rode my pony on the reservation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
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 the place I rode my pony through the draw
Where the oak and blackjack trees
Kiss the playful prairie breeze
In those Oklahoma 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 & flows
And the snow white cotton grows
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.