Many a years has come and gone Since I from my home In those Oklahoma hills where I was born. a page of life has turned, Many a lesson I have learned; Well, I feel like in those hills I still belong.
'Way yonder in the Indian Nation Ridin' my on the reservation, In those Oklahoma hills where I was born. Now, 'way down yonder in the Indian Nation, A cowboy's life is occupation, In those Oklahoma hills where was born.
But as I sit here today, Many miles I am away From place I rode my pony through the draw, While the oak and blackjack trees Kiss the prairie breeze, In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.
Now as I turn life a page To the land of the great Osage In those Oklahoma where I was born, While the black oil it rolls and flows And the snow-white cotton grows those Oklahoma hills where I was born.