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Many months have come and gone since |
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I wandered from my home |
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In those Oklahoma hills where |
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I was born |
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Many a page of life has turned many a lesson |
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I have learned |
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Well I feel like in those hills |
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I still belong |
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Way down yonder in the |
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Indian nation ride my pony on reservation |
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In those Oklahoma hills where |
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I was born |
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Now way down yonder in the |
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Indian nation a cowboy's life is my occupation |
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In those Oklahoma hills where |
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I was born [ guitar ] |
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But as I sit here today many miles |
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I am away |
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From a place |
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I rode my pony through the drove |
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Why the old black jack could freeze kiss the cowboy prairie breeze |
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In those Oklahoma hills where |
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I was born |
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Way down yonder... [ guitar ] |
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Now as I turn life a page to the land of a great old stage |
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In those Oklahoma hills where |
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I was born |
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While the |
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Blackbony |
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River flows and the snow white cotton grows |
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In those Oklahoma hills where |
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I was born |
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Now way down yonder... |
