Words and Music by Woody Guthrie and Jack 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 my life has turned

Many lessons I have learned

And I feel like in those hills

Where I belong



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Way down yonder in the Indian nation

Ridin' my pony on the reservation

In the Oklahoma hills where I was born



Way down yonder in the Indian nation

A cowboy's life is my occupation

In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born



But as I sit here today

Many mile's I am away

From the place I rode my pony

Through the draw



Where the oak and black-jack trees

Kiss the playful prairie breeze

And I feel back in those hills

Where I belong



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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

And I feel like in those hills

Where I belong



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