(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.
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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...