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Marque le tempo à la vitesse que vous souhaitez.
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
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
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
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
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
(supprime les barrés)