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Many a month has come and gone,
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since I wandered from my home,
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in those Oklahoma hills where I was born.
Many a page my life has turned,
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many a lesson I have learned,
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and I feel like in those hills where I belong.
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'Way down yonder on the Indian Nation,
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ridin' my pony on the reservation,
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in the Oklahoma hills where I was born.
'Way down yonder on 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,
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many miles I am away
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from the place I rode my pony through the draw.
Where the oak and blackjack trees,
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kiss the playful prairie breeze,
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and I feel like in those hills where I was born.
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Now as I turn life a page
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to the land of the great Osage,
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in those Oklahoma hills where I was born.
Where the black oil rolls and flows
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and the snow-white cotton grows,
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and I feel like in those hills where I belong.
