2 acessos
G C D G D [Verse 1] G C Many a month has come and gone since I've wandered from my home D G D In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born G C Many a page of my life has turned, many lessons I have learned D G And I feel like in those hills where I belong [Chorus] G C Way down yonder on the Indian nation, riding my pony on the reservation D G D In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born G C Way down yonder on the Indian nation, a cowboy's life is my occupation D G In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born [Verse 2] G C But as I sit here today, many miles I am away D G D From the place I rode my pony through the draw G C Where the oak and black-jack trees kiss the playful prairie breeze D G And I feel back in those hills where I belong [Chorus] G C Way down yonder on the Indian nation, riding my pony on the reservation D G D In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born G C Way down yonder on the Indian nation, a cowboy's life is my occupation D G In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born [Instrumental] G C D G D G C D G [Verse 3] G C Now as I turn life a page to the land of the great Osage D G D In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born G C Where the black oil rolls and flows and the snow white cotton grows D G And I feel like in those hills where I belong [Chorus] G C Way down yonder on the Indian nation, riding my pony on the reservation D G D In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born G C Way down yonder on the Indian nation, a cowboy's life is my occupation D G D G In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born