Oklahoma Hills

Words and

Music by Woody

Guthrie and

Jack Guthrie

Many a month has come and gone

Since I've wandered from my home

In those Oklahoma hills

Where I was born

Many a page of my life has turned

Many lessons

I have learned

And I feel like in those hills

Where I belong

CHORUS: Way down yonder in the

Indian nation

Ridin' my pony on the reservation

In the Oklahoma hills where

I was born

Way down yonder in the

Indian nation

A cowboy's life is my occupation

In the Oklahoma

Hills where

I was born

But as I sit here today

Many mile's

I am away

From the place

I rode my pony

Through the draw

Where the oak and black-jack trees

Kiss the playful prairie breeze

And I feel back in those hills

Where I belong

CHORUS Now as

I turn life a page

To the land of the great

Osage In those

Oklahoma hills

Where I was born

Where the black oil rolls and flows

And the snow white cotton grows

And I feel like in those hills

Where I belong

CHORUS