Karaoké Oklahoma Hills Hank Thompson

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

Way down yonder in the Indian nation the 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 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

Way down yonder in the Indian nation the 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

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

Way down yonder in the Indian nation the cowboy's life is my occupation

In the Oklahoma hills where I was born

In the Oklahoma hills where I was born