Oklahoma Hills

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Many months have come & gone,
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Since I wandered from my home
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In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.
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Many a page of life has turned
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Many a lesson I have learned
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But I feel like in those hills I still belong.
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
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I rode my pony on the reservation
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In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
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A cowboy's life is my occupation
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In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.
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But as I sit here today, Many miles I am away
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From the place I rode my pony through the draw
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Where the oak and blackjack trees
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Kiss the playful prairie breeze
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In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.
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Now as I turn life a page, To the land of the great Osage
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In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.
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Where the black oil rolls & flows
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And the snow white cotton grows
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In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.