Alright, here we go.
Many months have come and gone since I wandered from my home
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Many a page of life has turned and many a lesson I have learned
Well I feel like in those hills I still belong
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation I ride my pony on a reservation
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation A cowboy's life was my occupation
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Now as I sit here today many miles I am away
From the place I rode my pony to the draw
Where the oak and the black tack trees kiss that playful prairie breeze
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation I ride my pony on a reservation
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation I ride my pony on a reservation
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Now as I turn life of page to that land of the great old sage
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Where the black oil rolls and flows where the snow white cotton grows
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation I ride my pony on a reservation
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation A cowboy's life was my occupation
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
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