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
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 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...