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Oklahoma Hills (Live) - Hank Thomas

Many months have 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

Yet I feel like in those hills I still belong

Way down yonder in the Indian nation

I rode my pony on the reservation

In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born

A way down yonder in the Indian nation

A cowboy's life is my occupation

In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born

But as I sit here today

Many miles I am away

From the place I rode my pony through the draw

Where 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 the Oklahoma Hills where I was born

A way down yonder in the Indian nation a cowboy's life is my occupation

In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born

As I turn life a page to the land of the great Osage

To 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

A way down yonder in the Indian nation

I rode my pony on the reservation

In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born

A way down yonder in the Indian nation

A cowboy's life is my occupation

In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born

In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born