OKLAHOMA HILLS
Words and Music by Woody Guthrie and Jack Guthrie (Recorded January 26, 1956)

Many years have come and gone
Since I wandered from my home
In those Oklahoma hills
Where I was born

Many a page of my life has turned
Many a lesson I have learned
And I feel that in those hills
I still belong

CHORUS:
Way down yonder in the Indian nation
I ride 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

As I sit here today
Many miles 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
In the Oklahoma hills
Where I was born

CHORUS

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
In the Oklahoma hills
Where I was born

CHORUS


© renewed 1973 Michael H. Goldsen. Inc.

Submitted by Steve Purvey

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