G G7 Many months have come & gone,C Since I wandered from my homeD7 G In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.D7 G G7 Many a page of life has turnedC Many a lesson I have learnedD7 G But I feel like in those hills I still belong. Way down yonder in the Indian NationC I rode my pony on the reservationD7 G In those Oklahoma hills where I was born Way down yonder in the Indian NationC A cowboy's life is my occupationD7 G In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.G7 C But as I sit here today, Many miles I am awayD7 G From the place I rode my pony through the drawD7 G G7 Where the oak and blackjack treesC Kiss the playful prairie breezeD7 G In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.G7 C Now as I turn life a page, To the land of the great OsageD7 G In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.D7 G G7 Where the black oil rolls & flowsC And the snow white cotton growsD7 G In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.
Oklahoma Hills
Hank Thompson
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