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 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 born      As I turn life a page to the land of the great Osage   To 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 born