Oklahoma Hills

(Woody Guthrie - Jack Guthrie)



Many months have come and gone

Since I wandered from my home

In those Oklahoma hills where I was born

Many a page of my life has turned

Many lessons I have learned

Yet I feel like in those hills I still belong.



Chorus:

Way down yonder in the Indian nation

I rode 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.



But as I sit here today many mile's 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 the Oklahoma Hills where I was born.



Chorus:

Way down yonder in the Indian nation

I rode 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 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

In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born.



Chorus:

Way down yonder in the Indian nation

I rode 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.