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(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 my life has turned Many lessons I have learned Yet I feel like in those hills I still belong. Chorus: 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 was born. But as I sit here today many mile's 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 the Oklahoma Hills where I was born. Chorus: 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 was born. As I turn life a page to the land of the great Osage In 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. Chorus: 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 was born. |