Many years have come and gone since I wandered from my home
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Many a page of life has turned, many a lesson I have learned
And I feel that in those hills I still belong

Way down yonder in the Indian nation, ride my pony on the reservation
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Way down yonder in the Indian nation, a cowboy's life is my occupation
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born

As I sit here today, many miles I am away
From the place I rode my pony through the drove
Where the oak and blackjack trees kiss the playful prairie breeze
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born

Way down yonder in the Indian nation, ride my pony on the reservation
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Way down yonder in the Indian nation, a cowboy's life is my occupation
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born

Now as I turn life a page to the land of a great old sage
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Where the Blackbony River flows and the snow white cotton grows
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born

Way down yonder in the Indian nation, ride my pony on the reservation
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Way down yonder in the Indian nation, a cowboy's life is my occupation
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born

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Writer(s): Jack Guthrie, Woody Guthrie