Many months have come and gone since I wandered from my home
In those Oklahoma gills 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 gills where I was born
Way down yonder in the Indian nation, a cowboy's life was my occupation
In the Oklahoma gills where I was born
But as I sit here today, many miles I am away
From the place I wrote my poem
Where the oak and black jack trees kiss the playful prairie breeze
In those Oklahoma gills where I was born
Way down yonder in the Indian nation, I rode my pony on the reservation
In the Oklahoma gills where I was born
Way down yonder in the Indian nation, a cowboy's life was my occupation
In the Oklahoma gills where I was born
Now as I turn life a page to the land of the free

To the great Osage, to those Oklahoma gills where I was born
Where the black oil rolls and flows, and the snow white cotton grows
In those Oklahoma gills where I was born
Way down yonder in the Indian nation, I rode my pony on the reservation
In the Oklahoma gills where I was born
Way down yonder in the Indian nation, I rode my pony on the reservation
Way down yonder in the Indian nation, a cowboy's life was my occupation
In the Oklahoma gills where I was born
In those Oklahoma gills where I was born