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