Oklahoma Hills (1976 Album Version)

[harmonica]
Many a month has 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
And I feel like in those hills I still belong
[harmonica]

'Way down yonder on the Indian Nation
Ridin' my pony on the reservation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
'Way down yonder on the Indian Nation
A cowboy's life is my occupation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
[harmonica]

As I stand here today
Many a-mile I am away
From the place I rode my ponies through the draw
While the oak and blackjack trees
Kiss the playful prairie breeze
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born

'Way down yonder on the Indian Nation
Ridin' my pony on the reservation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
'Way down yonder on the Indian Nation
A cowboy's life is my occupation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
[harmonica]

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
[harmonica]

'Way down yonder on the Indian Nation
Ridin' my pony on the reservation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
[harmonica]
'Way down yonder on the Indian Nation
A cowboy's life is my occupation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was bo-o-o-rn
Those Oklahoma hills where I was born
Yodele-ih-yodele-ih-oh!
Yodele-ih-yodele-ih!
Ehle-ih
I-i-i-in those Oklahoma hills where I was born!
[harmonica]