Date: Tue, 21 Sep 1999 00:09:43 -0500
From: "Thomas P. Rivers" <tipper@HILINE.NET>
Subject: Oklahoma Hills by Hank Thompson

 OKLAHOMA HILLS 
Recorded by:Ê Hank Thompson 
Submitted by:Ê Tom Rivers, tipper@hiline.net 
Requested by: Joyce Holt, joholt1998@yahoo.com

Here's how I do it:

(Verse 1) 
Many months have come & 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 
But I feel like in those hills I still belong.

(Chorus) 
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.

(Verse 2) 
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.

(Verse 3) 
Now as I turn life a page 
To the land of the great Osage 
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born. 
Where the black oil rolls & flows 
And the snow white cotton grows 
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.

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If you have questions concerning the Nashville Numbering System, email me at tipper@hiline.net.ÊÊ Tom