C
Many months have come and gone
F D7
Sense I wandered from my home
G7 C
In these Oklahoma hills where I was born
Many a page of life has turned
F D7
many a lesson I have learned
G7 C
I feel like in those hills I still belong
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
F D7
I rode my pony on the reservation
G7 C G7
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
C
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
F D7
А cowboy’s life is my occupation
G7 C
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
But as I sat here today
F D7
Many a miles I am away
G7 C
From the place I rode my pony through the drawl
Where the oak and blackjack trees
F D7
Kiss the playful prairie breeze
G7 C
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
repeat #2
Well as I turn life a page
F D7
Back to the land of the great Osage
G7 C
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
Where the black oil rolls and flows
F D7
And the snow white cotton grows
G7 C
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
repeat #2
Many months have come and gone
F D7
Sense I wandered from my home
G7 C
In these Oklahoma hills where I was born
Many a page of life has turned
F D7
many a lesson I have learned
G7 C
I feel like in those hills I still belong
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
F D7
I rode my pony on the reservation
G7 C G7
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
C
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
F D7
А cowboy’s life is my occupation
G7 C
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
But as I sat here today
F D7
Many a miles I am away
G7 C
From the place I rode my pony through the drawl
Where the oak and blackjack trees
F D7
Kiss the playful prairie breeze
G7 C
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
repeat #2
Well as I turn life a page
F D7
Back to the land of the great Osage
G7 C
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
Where the black oil rolls and flows
F D7
And the snow white cotton grows
G7 C
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
repeat #2