Many a month has come and gone   Since I've wandered from my home   In those Oklahoma hills where I was born   Many a page of my life has turned   Many lessons I have learned   And I feel like in those hills where I belong      Way down yonder in the Indian nation   Riding my pony on the reservation   In the Oklahoma hills where I was born   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 black jack trees   Kiss the playful Prairie breeze   And I feel back in those hills where I belong      Way down yonder in the Indian nation   Riding my pony on the reservation   In the Oklahoma hills where I was born   Way down yonder in the Indian nation   A cowboy's life is my occupation   In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born      Now as 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   And I feel like in those hills where I belong      Way down yonder in the Indian nation   Riding my pony on the reservation   In the Oklahoma hills where I was born   Way down yonder in the Indian nation   A cowboy's life is my occupation   In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born