Way down yonder in the indian nation

Id ride my pony on the reservation

In the oklahoma hills where i was born

Way down yonder in the indian nation

A cowboys life was my occupation

In the oklahoma hills where i was born

Many months have come and gone

Since i wondered from my home

In the oklahoma hills where i was born

Many page in life has turned

And lessons i have learned

Yet i feel that in those hills i still belong

Way down yonder in the indian nation

Id ride my pony on the reservation

In the oklahoma hills where i was born

Way down yonder in the indian nation

A cowboys life was my occupation

In the oklahoma hills where i was born

As i'm standing 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 the oklahoma hills where i was born

Way down yonder in the indian nation

Id ride my pony on the reservation

In the oklahoma hills where i was born

Way down yonder in the indian nation

A cowboys life was my occupation

In the oklahoma hills where i was born

Now i as turn a page

To the land of the ole sage

In the 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

Way down yonder in the indian nation

Id ride my pony on the reservation

In the oklahoma hills where i was born

Way down yonder in the indian nation

A cowboys life was my occupation

In the oklahoma hills where i was born