COUNTRY JOE MC DONALD Oklahoma Hills (Leon Jerry Guthrie, Woody Guthrie) copyright © by Michael H. Goldsend, Inc, ASCAP 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, While I feel like in those hills I still belong. But as I sit here today Many miles I am away From the place I rode my pony through the draw While the oaken black jack trees Kiss the purple prairie breeze In those Oklahoma hills where I was born. Way down yonder in the Indian Nation Ride my pony on the reservation In those Oklahoma hills where I was born, Way down yonder in the Indian Nation A cowboy's life was my occupation In those Oklahoma hills where I was born. Now as I turn life a page To the land of the great old sage In those Oklahoma hills where I was born While the black oil rolls and flows And the snow white cotton grows In those Oklahoma hills I still belong. Way down yonder in the Indian Nation Ride my pony on the reservation In those Oklahoma hills where I was born, Way down yonder in the Indian Nation A cowboy's life was my occupation In those Oklahoma hills where I was born. Way down yonder in the Indian Nation Ride my pony on the reservation In those Oklahoma hills where I was born, Way down yonder in the Indian Nation A cowboy's life was my occupation In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.