The Oklahoma Hills

by Woody Guthrie


Many a month has come and gone
since I've wondered from my home
those Oklahoma hills where I was born
many a page 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
ridin' my pony on the reservation
in the Oklahoma hills where I was born
way down yonder on the Indian Nation
cowboy's life is my occupation
in the Oklahoma hills where I was born

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 blackjack tree
kiss the playful prairie breeze
and I feel like in those hills where I born

(chorus)
Way down yonder on the Indian Nation
ridin' my pony on the reservation
in the Oklahoma hills where I was born
way down yonder on the Indian Nation
cowboy's life is my occupation
in the Oklahoma hills where I was born

As I turn a 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
ridin' my pony on the reservation
in the Oklahoma hills where I was born
way down yonder on the Indian Nation
cowboy's life is my occupation
in the Oklahoma hills where I was born


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