moe bandy
oklahoma hills
Many months have come and gone  Since I wondered from my home In the Oklahoma hills where I was born Many page in life has turned Many lessons I have learned Yet I feel that in those hills I still belong  Way down yonder in the Indian nation I'd ride my pony on the reservation In the Oklahoma hills where I was born Way down yonder in the Indian nation A cowboys life was my occupation In the Oklahoma hills where I was born  As I'm standing here today  I am many miles away From the place I rode my pony through the draw Where the oak and blackjack trees  Kiss the playful prairie breeze In the Oklahoma hills where I was born  As in life I turn a page  To the land of the ole sage In the Oklahoma hills where I was born Where the black oil rolls and flows And the snow white cotton grows In the Oklahoma hills where I was born