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