Il testo della Oklahoma hills

Oklahoma hills
Writers woody guthrie, jack guthrie

Many months have 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
Yet i feel like in those hills i still belong
Way down yonder in the indian nation i rode my pony on the reservation
In the oklahoma hills where i was born
A-way down yonder in the indian nation a cowboy's life is my occupation
In the oklahoma hills where i born
But as i sit here today many miles i am away
From the place i rode my pony through the 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 rode my pony on the reservation
In the oklahoma hills where i was born
A-way down yonder in the indian nation a cowboy's life is my occupation
In the oklahoma hills where i born
As i turn life a page to the land of the great osage
To those oklahoma hills where i was born
Where the black oil rolls and flows and the snow-white cotton grows
In those oklahoma hills where i was born.
Way down yonder in the indian nation i rode my pony on the reservation
In the oklahoma hills where i was born
A-way down yonder in the indian nation a cowboy's life is my occupation
In the oklahoma hills where i born