Hank Thompson — Oklahoma Hills

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Many months have come and gone 
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Sense I wandered from my home 
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In these Oklahoma hills where I was born 
  
Many a page of life has turned 
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many a lesson I have learned 
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I feel like in those hills I still belong 
 
  
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation 
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I rode my pony on the reservation 
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In those Oklahoma hills where I was born  
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Way down yonder in the Indian Nation 
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А cowboy's life is my occupation 
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In those Oklahoma hills where I was born 
  
But as I sat here today 
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Many a miles I am away 
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From the place I rode my pony through the drawl 
  
Where the oak and blackjack trees 
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Kiss the playful prairie breeze 
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In those Oklahoma hills where I was born 
  
repeat #2 
  
                            
Well as I turn life a page 
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Back to the land of the great Osage 
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In those Oklahoma hills where I was born 
  
Where the black oil rolls and flows 
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And the snow white cotton grows 
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In those Oklahoma hills where I was born 
  
repeat #2