Words and Music by Woody Guthrie and Jack Guthrie Many a month has come and gone Since I've 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 And I feel like in those hills Where I belong CHORUS: Way down yonder in the Indian nation Ridin' my pony on the reservation In the Oklahoma hills where I was born 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 black-jack trees Kiss the playful prairie breeze And I feel back in those hills Where I belong CHORUS Now 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 And I feel like in those hills Where I belong CHORUS
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