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