Many months have come and gone since I wandered from my homeIn those Oklahoma gills where I was bornMany a page of life has turned, many a lesson I have learnedYet I feel like in those hills I still belongWay down yonder in the Indian nation, I rode my pony on the reservationIn the Oklahoma gills where I was bornWay down yonder in the Indian nation, a cowboy's life was my occupationIn the Oklahoma gills where I was bornBut as I sit here today, many miles I am awayFrom the place I wrote my poemWhere the oak and black jack trees kiss the playful prairie breezeIn those Oklahoma gills where I was bornWay down yonder in the Indian nation, I rode my pony on the reservationIn the Oklahoma gills where I was bornWay down yonder in the Indian nation, a cowboy's life was my occupationIn the Oklahoma gills where I was bornNow as I turn life a page to the land of the freeTo the great Osage, to those Oklahoma gills where I was bornWhere the black oil rolls and flows, and the snow white cotton growsIn those Oklahoma gills where I was bornWay down yonder in the Indian nation, I rode my pony on the reservationIn the Oklahoma gills where I was bornWay down yonder in the Indian nation, I rode my pony on the reservationIn the Oklahoma gills where I was bornWay down yonder in the Indian nation, a cowboy's life was my occupationIn the Oklahoma gills where I was bornIn those Oklahoma gills where I was born