Oklahoma Hills Composer(s): Jack Guthrie; Woody Guthrie Performer(s): Gene Autry
Many months have come and gone Since I wondered from my home In the Oklahoma hills where I was born Many page in life has turned Many lessons I have learned Yet I feel that in those hills I still belong
chorus Way down yonder in the indian nation I'd ride my pony on the reservation In the Oklahoma hills where I was born Way down yonder in the indian nation A cowboys life was my ocupation In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
As I'm standing here today I am many miles away From the place I rode my pony through the draw Where the oak and blackjack trees Kiss the playful prarie breeze In the Oklahoma hills where I was born chorus
As in life I turn a page To the land of the ole sage In the Oklahoma hills where I was born Where the black oil rolls and flows And the snow white cotton grows In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
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