Many months have come and gone since I wandered from my home
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In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
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Many a page of life has turned many a lesson I have learned
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Well I feel like in those hills I still belong
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Way down yonder in the Indian nation ride my pony on reservation
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In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
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Now way down yonder in the Indian nation a cowboy's life is my occupation
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In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
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[ guitar ]
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But as I sit here today many miles I am away
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From a place I rode my pony through the drove
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Why the old black jack could freeze kiss the cowboy prairie breeze
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In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
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Way down yonder...
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[ guitar ]
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Now as I turn life a page to the land of a great old stage
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In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
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While the Blackbony River flows and the snow white cotton grows
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In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
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Now way down yonder...
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Oklahoma Hills
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| Tommy Collins |
