Many months have 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

Yet I feel like in those hills I still belong

Way down yonder in the indian nation

I rode my pony on the reservation

In the oklahoma hills where I was born

A way down yonder in the indian nation

A cowboy's life is my occupation

In the oklahoma hills where I was born

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

Way down yonder in the indian nation

I rode my pony on the reservation

In the oklahoma hills where I was born

A way down yonder in the indian nation

A cowboy's life is my occupation

In the oklahoma hills where I was born

Now 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 and flows

And the snow white cotton grows

In those oklahoma hills where I was born

Way down yonder in the indian nation

I rode my pony on the reservation

In the oklahoma hills where I was born

A way down yonder in the indian nation

A cowboy's life is my occupation

In the oklahoma hills where I was born

In those oklahoma hills where I was born