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Many months 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

Well I feel like in those hills I still belong

Way down yonder in the Indian Nation

Ridin' my pony on a reservation

In those Oklahoma hills where I was born

Now way down yonder in the Indian Nation

A cowboy's life is my occupation

In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born

Solo

But as I sit here today

Many miles I am away

From a place I rode my pony

Through the draw

While the oak and black-jack trees

Kiss the playful prairie breeze

In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born

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Intro

Now as I turn life a page

To the land of the great Osage

In those Oklahoma hills

Where I was born

While the black oil rolls and flows

And the snow white cotton grows

In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born

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