[harmonica]
Many a month 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 I have learned
And I feel like in those hills I still belong
[harmonica]
'Way down yonder on the Indian Nation
Ridin' my pony on the reservation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
'Way down yonder on the Indian Nation
A cowboy's life is my occupation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
[harmonica]
As I stand here today
Many a-mile I am away
From the place I rode my ponies 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 on the Indian Nation
Ridin' my pony on the reservation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
'Way down yonder on the Indian Nation
A cowboy's life is my occupation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
[harmonica]
Many a month 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 I have learned
And I feel like in those hills I still belong
[harmonica]
'Way down yonder on the Indian Nation
Ridin' my pony on the reservation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
'Way down yonder on the Indian Nation
A cowboy's life is my occupation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
[harmonica]
As I stand here today
Many a-mile I am away
From the place I rode my ponies 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 on the Indian Nation
Ridin' my pony on the reservation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
'Way down yonder on the Indian Nation
A cowboy's life is my occupation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
[harmonica]
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