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Oklahoma Hills (Album Version) - Gene Autry
Way down yonder in the indian nation
I'd ride my pony on the reservation
In the Oklahoma hills
Where I was born
Way down yonder in the indian nation
A cowboys life was my ocupation
In the Oklahoma hills
Where I was born
Many months have come and gone
Since I wondered from my home
In the Oklahoma hills
Where I was born
Many page in life has turned
Many lessons I have learned
Yet I feel that in those hills
I still belong
Way down yonder in the indian nation
I'd ride my pony on the reservation
In the Oklahoma hills
Where I was born
Way down yonder in the indian nation
A cowboys life was my ocupation
In the Oklahoma hills
Where I was born
But I'm standing here today
I am many miles away
From the place I rode my pony
Through the draw
Where the oak and blackjack trees
Kiss the playful prarie breeze
In the Oklahoma hills
Where I was born
Way down yonder in the indian nation
I'd ride my pony on the reservation
In the Oklahoma hills
Where I was born
Way down yonder in the indian nation
A cowboys life was my ocupation
In the Oklahoma hills
Where I was born
Way down yonder in the indian nation
I'd ride my pony on the reservation
In the Oklahoma hills
Where I was born
Way down yonder in the indian nation
A cowboys life was my ocupation
In the Oklahoma hills
Where I was born
