OKLAHOMA HILLS
Gene Autry


Many months have come and gone 
Since I wondered from my home
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Many page in life has turned
Many lessons I have learned
Yet I feel that in those hills I still belong

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Way down yonder in the indian nation
I'd ride my pony on the reservation
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Way down yonder in the indian nation
A cowboys life was my ocupation
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born

As I'm standing here today 
I am many miles away
From the place I rode my pony through the draw
Where the oak and blackjack trees 
Kiss the playful prarie breeze
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
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As in life I turn a page 
To the land of the ole sage
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Where the black oil rolls and flows
And the snow white cotton grows
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born