Oklahoma Hills - Eddy Arnold

Many months have come and gone

Since I wandered from my home

In those Oklahoma hills

Where I was born

Though a page of life has turned

Then a lesson I have learned

Well, I feel like in those hills

I still belong

Way down yonder in the Indian nation

Ride my pony on reservation

In those Oklahoma hills

Where I was born

Way down yonder in the Indian nation

A cowboy’s life is my occupation

In those Oklahoma hills

Where I was born

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But as I sit here today

Many miles I am away

From the place I rode my pony

Through the drove

Where the oak and black jack trees

Kiss the playful prairie breeze

In those Oklahoma hills

Where I was born

Way down yonder in the Indian nation

A cowboy’s life is my occupation

In those Oklahoma hills

Where I was born…