Melodic Monday

Teresa and Anita treated me to a private concert of this song. :)

Oklahoma Hills by Hank Thompson

Many months have come and 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
Yet I feel like in those hills I still belong

Way down yonder in the Indian nation
I rode my pony on the reservation
In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born
A-way down yonder in the Indian nation
a cowboy's life is my occupation
In the Oklahoma Hills where I born

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.

Way down yonder in the Indian nation
I rode my pony on the reservation
In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born
A-way down yonder in the Indian nation
a cowboy's life is my occupation
In the Oklahoma Hills where I born

As I turn life a page
to the land of the great Osage
To 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.

Way down yonder in the Indian nation
I rode my pony on the reservation
In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born
A-way down yonder in the Indian nation
a cowboy's life is my occupation
In the Oklahoma Hills where I born