Lyrics:
Words and Music by Woody Guthrie and Jack GuthrieMany a month has come and goneSince I've wandered from my homeIn those Oklahoma hillsWhere I was bornMany a page of my life has turnedMany lessons I have learnedAnd I feel like in those hillsWhere I belongCHORUS:Way down yonder in the Indian nationRidin' my pony on the reservationIn the Oklahoma hills where I was bornWay down yonder in the Indian nationA cowboy's life is my occupationIn the Oklahoma Hills where I was bornBut as I sit here todayMany mile's I am awayFrom the place I rode my ponyThrough the drawWhere the oak and black-jack treesKiss the playful prairie breezeAnd I feel back in those hillsWhere I belongCHORUSNow as I turn life a pageTo the land of the great OsageIn those Oklahoma hillsWhere I was bornWhere the black oil rolls and flowsAnd the snow white cotton growsAnd I feel like in those hillsWhere I belongCHORUS