Many months have come and gone since I wandered from my home In those Oklahoma hills where I was born Though a page of life has turned then a lesson I have learned Well I feel like in those hills I still belong Way down yonder in the Indian nation ride my pony on reservation In those Oklahoma hills where I was born Way down yonder in the Indian nation a cowboy's life is my occupation In those Oklahoma hills where I was born [ guitar ] But as I sit here today many miles I am away From the place I rode my pony through the drove Where the oak and black jack trees kiss the playful prairie breeze In those Oklahoma hills where I was born Way down yonder in the Indian nation...