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 Many a years  come and gone
 Since I wandered  my home
 In those Oklahoma hills where I was 
 Many a page  life has turned,
  a lesson I have learned;
 Well,  feel like in those hills I still belong.
 
 'Way down yonder  the Indian Nation
 Ridin' my pony on  reservation,
 In  Oklahoma hills where I was born.
 Now, 'way  yonder in the Indian Nation,
 A cowboy's life  my occupation,
 In those Oklahoma hills where I was 
 
 But  I sit here today,
 Many miles I  away
 From a place  rode my pony through the draw,
 While the oak and blackjack 
 Kiss  playful prairie breeze,
 In those Oklahoma hills where  was born.
 
 Now as I turn  a page
 To  land of the great Osage
  those Oklahoma hills where I was born,
 While the black oil  rolls and flows
 And the snow-white  grows
 In those Oklahoma hills where  was born.