Oklahoma Hills - Arlo Guthrie

Many years 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

And I feel that in those hills I still belong

Way down yonder in the Indian nation

Ride 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 sit here today many miles I am away

From a 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

Way down yonder in the Indian nation

Ride 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

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As I turn life a page

To the land of a great old sage

In the Oklahoma hills where I was born

Where the Blackbony River flows

In the snow white cotton grows

In the Oklahoma hills where I was born

Way down yonder in the Indian nation

Ride 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…