Oklahoma Hills
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				T&M: Woody Guthrie

Many months have come and gone,
since wandered from my home,
in those Oklahoma Hills where I was born.
Tho' a page of life has turned,
and 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 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.
		
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 prarie breeze
in those Oklahoma Hills where I was born.

	Way down yonder........

Now as I turn life a page, to a land of grat osage,
in those Oklahoma Hills where I was born.
Where the black oil rolls and flows,
and the snow-white cottn grows,
in those Oklahoma Hills where I was born.

	Way down yonder.........