(Woody Guthrie - Jack Guthrie) Many months have come and gone Since I wandered from my home In those Oklahoma hills Where I was born Though a page of life has turned Then a lesson I have learned Well, I feel like in those hills I still belong. Way down yonder in the Indian nation Ride my pony on reservation In those Oklahoma hills Where I was born. Way down yonder in the Indian nation A cowboy's life is my occupation In those Oklahoma hills Where I was born. --- Instrumental --- But as I sit here today Many miles I am away From the place I rode my pony Through the drove. Where the oak and black jack trees Kiss the playful prairie breeze In those Oklahoma hills Where I was born. Way down yonder in the Indian nation A cowboy's life is my occupation In those Oklahoma hills Where I was born...