OKLAHOMA HILLS
Recorded by:� Hank Thompson
Submitted by:� Tom Rivers, tipper@hiline.net
Requested by: Joyce Holt, joholt1998@yahoo.com
Here's how I do it:
(Verse 1)
Many months have come & 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
But I feel like in those hills I still belong.
(Chorus)
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
I rode my pony on the reservation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
A cowboy's life is my occupation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.
(Verse 2)
But as I sit here today
Many miles I am away
From the place I rode my pony through the draw
Where the oak and blackjack trees
Kiss the playful prairie breeze
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.
(Verse 3)
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 & flows
And the snow white cotton grows
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.
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