Lyrics:

Many months has 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 a lesson I have learned
Well, I feel like in those hills I still belong
Way down yonder in the Indian nation
I ride my pony on the reservation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
Now, way down yonder in the Indian nation
A cowboy's life is my occupation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
But as I sit here today
Many miles I am away
From a place I rode my pony through a draw
Where the oak and blackjack trees
Kiss the playful prairie breeze
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
Way down yonder in the Indian nation
I ride my pony on the reservation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
Oh, way down yonder in the Indian nation
A cowboy's life is my occupation
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, it rolls and flows
And the snow white cotton grows
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
Now, way down yonder in the Indian nation
I ride my pony on the reservation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
Oh, way down yonder in the Indian nation
A cowboy's life is my occupation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born