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OKLAHOMA HILLS (Jack Guthrie and Woody Guthrie) Many months have come and gone Since I wandered from my home In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born Many a page of life has turned Many lesson I have learned Yet I feel like in those hills I still belong. cho: 'Way down yonder in the Indian nation I rode 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. But as I sit here today Many miles I am away From the place I rode my pony through the draw Where the oak and blackjack trees Kiss the playful prairie breeze In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born. Now as I turn life a page To the land of the great Osage In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born Where the black oil rolls and flows And the snow white cotton grows In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born. Copyright Jack and Woody Guthrie @country @cowboy filename[ OKLAHILL AJS OCT98 |
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