OKLAHOMA HILLS

Writers Woody Guthrie, Jack Guthrie



Many months have come and gone since I wandered from my home 

In those Oklahoma Hills 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 Hills where I was born 

A-way down yonder in the Indian nation a cowboy's life is my occupation 

In the Oklahoma Hills where I born 

But as I sit here today many miles I am away 

From the place I rode my pony through the draw 

Where the Oak and Blackjack trees kiss the playful prairie breeze 

In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born.

Way down yonder in the Indian nation I rode my pony on the reservation 

In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born 

A-way down yonder in the Indian nation a cowboy's life is my occupation 

In the Oklahoma Hills where I born 

As I turn life a page to the land of the great Osage 

To those Oklahoma Hills where I was born 

Where the black oil rolls and flows and the snow-white cotton grows 

In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born. 

Way down yonder in the Indian nation I rode my pony on the reservation 

In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born 

A-way down yonder in the Indian nation a cowboy's life is my occupation 

In the Oklahoma Hills where I born