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    Many a month has come and gone,
     C
    since I wandered from my home,
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    in those Oklahoma hills where I was born.

    Many a page my life has turned,
            C
    many a lesson I have learned,
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    and I feel like in those hills where I belong.

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'Way down yonder on the Indian Nation,
 C
ridin' my pony on the reservation,
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in the Oklahoma hills where I was born.
'Way down yonder on the Indian Nation,
   C
a cowboy's life is my occupation,
         D                           G
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.

          G
    But as I sit here today,
          C
    many miles I am away
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    from the place I rode my pony through the draw.
    Where the oak and blackjack trees,
               C
    kiss the playful prairie breeze,
           D                                    G
    and I feel like in those hills where I was born.

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    Now as I turn life a page
            C
    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
              C
    and the snow-white cotton grows,
           D                                  G
    and I feel like in those hills where I belong.