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[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Many a month has come and gone since I've 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
And I feel like in those hills where I belong
[Chorus]
Way down yonder on the Indian nation riding 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 the Oklahoma Hills where I was born
[Verse 2]
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 black-jack trees kiss the playful prairie breeze
And I feel back in those hills where I belong
[Chorus]
Way down yonder on the Indian nation riding 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 the Oklahoma Hills where I was born
[Instrumental]
[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus]
Way down yonder on the Indian nation riding 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 the Oklahoma Hills where I was born