Many a month has 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;   Well, I feel like in those hills I still belong.       'Way down yonder in the Indian Nation   Ridin' my pony on the reservation,   In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.   Now, 'way down yonder in the Indian Nation,   A cowboy's life is my occupation,   In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.       But as I sit here today,    Many miles I am away   From a place I rode my pony through the draw,   While the oak and blackjack trees    Kiss the playful prairie breeze,   In those 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,   While the black oil it rolls and flows   And the snow-white cotton grows   In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.