Folk Song of Oklahoma

OK State Symbols
Folk Song of Oklahoma
By Nora Kirkeby
Nov 10, 2006, 12:09 PST

Oklahoma Hills

Words and Music by Woody Guthrie and Jack Guthrie
Adopted April 5, 2001

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

CHORUS:
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 miles 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

Chorus

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

Chorus

Listen to the music for Oklahoma Hills
Courtesy of HomewithGod

Photo by Ken Kinder
Licensed under the GNU Free Documentation License