Many a month has come and gone
Since I wandered from my home
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.
Many a page in life has turned,
Many a lesson I have learned,
And I feel like in those hills I still belong.

Now as I sit here today
Many miles I am away
From the place I rode my pony through the draw
While the oak and blackjack trees
Kiss the playful prairie breeze
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.

Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
I rode my pony on the reservation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born,
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
A cowboy's life was my occupation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.

Now as I turn life a page
To the land of the great Osage
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
Where the black oil rolls and flows
And the snow white cotton grows
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.

Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
I rode my pony on the reservation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born,
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
A cowboy's life was my occupation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.

Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
I rode my pony on the reservation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born,
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
A cowboy's life was my occupation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.

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Writer(s): Jack Guthrie, Woody Guthrie