Il testo della Oklahoma hills

Many a month 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
Ridin' 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 the draw,
While the oak and blackjack trees
Kiss the playful prairie breeze,
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,
While the black oil it rolls and flows
And the snow-white cotton grows
In those oklahoma hills where i was born.