Оригинален текст
Many months have come and gone since I wandered from my home
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
Though a page of life has turned then a lesson I have learned
Well I feel like in those hills I still belong
Way down yonder in the Indian nation ride my pony on reservation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
Way down yonder in the Indian nation a cowboy's life is my occupation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
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But as I sit here today many miles I am away
From the place I rode my pony through the drove
Where the oak and black jack trees kiss the playful prairie breeze
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
Way down yonder in the Indian nation...