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