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