| Many years have come and gone
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| Since I wandered from my home
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| In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
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| Many a page of life has turned
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| Many a lesson I have learned
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| And I feel that in those hills I still belong
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| Way down yonder in the Indian nation
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| Ride my pony on the reservation
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| In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
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| A way down yonder in the Indian nation
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| A cowboy’s life is my occupation
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| In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
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| As I sit here today many miles I am away
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| From a place I rode my pony through the draw
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| Where the oak and blackjack trees
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| Kiss the playful prairie breeze
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| In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
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| Way down yonder in the Indian nation
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| Ride my pony on the reservation
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| In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
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| A way down yonder in the Indian nation
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| A cowboy’s life is my occupation
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| In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
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| --- Instrumental ---
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| As I turn life a page
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| To the land of a great old sage
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| In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
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| Where the Blackbony River flows
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| In the snow white cotton grows
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| In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
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| Way down yonder in the Indian nation
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| Ride my pony on the reservation
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| In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
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| A way down yonder in the Indian nation
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| A cowboy’s life is my occupation
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| In the Oklahoma hills where I was born… |