1) Many months have come and gone, Since I wandered from my home

2)But as I sit here today, Many miles I am away

3) As I turn life a page, To the land of the great Osage

In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born

From the place I rode my pony through the draw

To those Oklahoma Hills where I was born,

Many a page of life has turned, Many a lesson I have learned

Where the Oak and Blackjack trees, Kiss the playful prairie breeze

Where the black oil rolls and flows, And the snow-white cotton grows

Yet I feel like in those hills I still be-long.

In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born.

In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born.

Chrs:'Way down yonder in the Indian nation, I rode my pony on the reser-vation

In the Oklahoma Hills where I born.

A-Way down yonder in the Indian nation, A cowboy's life is my occu-pation

In the Oklahoma Hills where I born.

In the Oklahoma Hills where I born.