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 in those hills I still belong.
'Way down yonder in the Indian Nation Ridin' my pony on reservation, In those Oklahoma hills where I was born. Now, 'way down yonder in Indian Nation, A cowboy's life is my occupation, In those Oklahoma hills where was born.
But as I sit here today, Many miles I am away From a place I my pony through the draw, While the oak and blackjack trees Kiss the playful prairie breeze, In those Oklahoma hills where I born.
Now as I turn life a page To the land of the 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.