Many years 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   And I feel that in those hills I still belong      Way down yonder in the Indian nation ride 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      As I sit here today many miles I am away   From a place I rode my pony through the drove   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 ride 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      As I turn life a page to the land of a great old sage   In the Oklahoma hills where I was born   Where the Black bony River flows in the snow white cotton grows   In the Oklahoma hills where I was born      Way down yonder in the Indian nation ride 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