Oklahoma Hills

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[Verse 1]
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Many a month has come and gone since I've wandered from my home
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In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born
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Many a page of my life has turned, many lessons I have learned
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And I feel like in those hills where I belong


[Chorus]
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Way down yonder on the Indian nation, riding my pony on the reservation
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In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born
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Way down yonder on the Indian nation, a cowboy's life is my occupation
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In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born


[Verse 2]
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But as I sit here today, many miles I am away
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From the place I rode my pony through the draw
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Where the oak and black-jack trees kiss the playful prairie breeze
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And I feel back in those hills where I belong


[Chorus]
 G                                     C
Way down yonder on the Indian nation, riding my pony on the reservation
       D                           G    D
In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born
 G                                       C
Way down yonder on the Indian nation, a cowboy's life is my occupation
       D                           G
In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born


[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
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Now as I turn life a page to the land of the great Osage
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In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born
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Where the black oil rolls and flows and the snow white cotton grows
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And I feel like in those hills where I belong


[Chorus]
 G                                     C
Way down yonder on the Indian nation, riding my pony on the reservation
       D                           G    D
In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born
 G                                       C
Way down yonder on the Indian nation, a cowboy's life is my occupation
       D                           G     D  G
In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born