You And Yours Songtext / Lyric

Oklahoma Hills

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 lief has turned,
Many a lesson I have learned,
While I feel like in those hills I still belong.

But as I sit here today
Many miles I am away
From the place I rode my pony through the draw
While the oaken black jack trees
Kiss the purple prairie breeze
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.

Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
Ride my pony on the reservation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born,
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
A cowboy's life was my occupation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.

Now as I turn life a page
To the land of the great old sage
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
While the black oil rolls and flows
And the snow white cotton grows
In those Oklahoma hills I still belong.

Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
Ride my pony on the reservation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born,
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
A cowboy's life was my occupation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.

Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
Ride my pony on the reservation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born,
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
A cowboy's life was my occupation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.