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OKLAHOMA HILLS

(Jack & Woody Guthrie)

Many a month has come and gone
Since I’ve 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
Well, I feel like in those hills I still belong

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(Now) Way down yonder in the Indian nation
Ridin’ my pony on the reservation
In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born
(Oh) (Now) way down yonder in the Indian nation
A cowboy’s life is my occupation
In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born

-Solo-

But as I sit here today, many miles I am away
From a place I rode my pony thru the draw
Where the oak and blackjack trees
Kiss the playful prairie breeze
In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born

Chorus: -Solo-

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 and flows
And the snow-white cotton grows
In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born

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