Date: 9/19/99; 10:17:10 PM
From: "oldtimer" <ah827@rgfn.epcc.edu>
Subject: OKLAHOMA HILLS

OKLAHOMA HILLS
Recorded by: Hank Thompson
Writers: Jack Guthrie and Woody Guthrie

[D] Many months have come and gone
Since I [G] wandered from my [E] home
In those [A] Oklahoma Hills where I was [D] born [A] 
Many a [D] page of life has turned
Many a [G] lesson I have [E] learned
Yet I [A] feel like in those hills I still be-[D] long.  

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[D] 'Way down yonder in the Indian nation
I [G] rode my pony on the reser-[E] vation
In the [A] Oklahoma Hills where I was [D] born [A] 
A-[D] Way down yonder in the Indian nation
A [G] cowboy's life is my occu-[E] pation
In the [A] Oklahoma Hills where I [D] 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.

CHORUS

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.

CHORUS