G G7
Many months have come & gone,
C
Since I wandered from my home
D7 G
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.
D7 G G7
Many a page of life has turned
C
Many a lesson I have learned
D7 G
But I feel like in those hills I still belong.
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
C
I rode my pony on the reservation
D7 G
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
C
A cowboy's life is my occupation
D7 G
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.
G7 C
But as I sit here today, Many miles I am away
D7 G
From the place I rode my pony through the draw
D7 G G7
Where the oak and blackjack trees
C
Kiss the playful prairie breeze
D7 G
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.
G7 C
Now as I turn life a page, To the land of the great Osage
D7 G
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.
D7 G G7
Where the black oil rolls & flows
C
And the snow white cotton grows
D7 G
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.