Oklahoma Hills

Way down yonder in the Indian nation
Riding 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 was my occupation
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born

Many months has come and gone
Since I wandered from my home
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
Though a page of my life has turned
And a lesson I have learned
To those Oklahoma hills I still belong

Now as I turn life a page
To the land of the great Osage
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

A way down yonder in the Indian nation
Riding my pony on the reservation
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Way down yonder in the Indian nation
A cowboy's life was my occupation
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born

But as I sat 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
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born

A way down yonder in the Indian nation
Riding my pony on the reservation
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Way down yonder in the Indian nation
A cowboy's life was my occupation
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born