Alright, here we go.Many months have come and gone since I wandered from my homeIn the Oklahoma hills where I was bornMany a page of life has turned and many a lesson I have learnedWell I feel like in those hills I still belongWay down yonder in the Indian Nation I ride my pony on a reservationIn the Oklahoma hills where I was bornWay down yonder in the Indian Nation A cowboy's life was my occupationIn the Oklahoma hills where I was bornNow as I sit here today many miles I am awayFrom the place I rode my pony to the drawWhere the oak and the black tack trees kiss that playful prairie breezeIn the Oklahoma hills where I was bornWay down yonder in the Indian Nation I ride my pony on a reservationIn the Oklahoma hills where I was bornWay down yonder in the Indian Nation I ride my pony on a reservationIn the Oklahoma hills where I was bornNow as I turn life of page to that land of the great old sageIn the Oklahoma hills where I was bornWhere the black oil rolls and flows where the snow white cotton growsIn the Oklahoma hills where I was bornWay down yonder in the Indian Nation I ride my pony on a reservationIn the Oklahoma hills where I was bornWay down yonder in the Indian Nation A cowboy's life was my occupationIn the Oklahoma hills where I was bornwww.globalonenessproject.org