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