Oklahoma Hills
Many a month has come and gone
Since I wandered from my home
In those Oklahoma hills where I come from
Many pages of my life have turned
Many lessons I have learned
And I feel like in those hills where I come from
Way down yonder on the Indian nation
Riding my pony on the reservation
In the Oklahoma hills where I come from
Way down yonder on the Indian nation
Cowboy's life is my occupation
In the Oklahoma Hills where I come from
But as I sit here today
Many miles I am away
From the place I rode my pony through the crowd
Where the black oil rolls and flows
And the still white cotton grows
And I feel back in those hills where I come from
Way down yonder on the Indian nation
Riding my pony on the reservation
In the Oklahoma hills where I come from
Way down yonder on the Indian nation
Cowboy's life is my occupation
In the Oklahoma Hills where I come from
But as I sit here today
Many miles I am away
From the place I rode my pony through the grass
Where the black oil rolls and flows
And the still white cotton grows
And I feel like in those hills where I come from
Way down yonder on the Indian nation
Riding my pony on the reservation
In the Oklahoma hills where I come from
Way down yonder on the Indian nation
Cowboy's life is my occupation
In the Oklahoma Hills where I come from
Since I wandered from my home
In those Oklahoma hills where I come from
Many pages of my life have turned
Many lessons I have learned
And I feel like in those hills where I come from
Way down yonder on the Indian nation
Riding my pony on the reservation
In the Oklahoma hills where I come from
Way down yonder on the Indian nation
Cowboy's life is my occupation
In the Oklahoma Hills where I come from
But as I sit here today
Many miles I am away
From the place I rode my pony through the crowd
Where the black oil rolls and flows
And the still white cotton grows
And I feel back in those hills where I come from
Way down yonder on the Indian nation
Riding my pony on the reservation
In the Oklahoma hills where I come from
Way down yonder on the Indian nation
Cowboy's life is my occupation
In the Oklahoma Hills where I come from
But as I sit here today
Many miles I am away
From the place I rode my pony through the grass
Where the black oil rolls and flows
And the still white cotton grows
And I feel like in those hills where I come from
Way down yonder on the Indian nation
Riding my pony on the reservation
In the Oklahoma hills where I come from
Way down yonder on the Indian nation
Cowboy's life is my occupation
In the Oklahoma Hills where I come from
Credits
Writer(s): Woody Guthrie, Jack Guthrie
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