Оригинален текст
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
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
Now 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 a place I rode my pony through the drove
Why the old black jack could freeze kiss the cowboy prairie breeze
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
Way down yonder...
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Now as I turn life a page to the land of a great old stage
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
While the Blackbony River flows and the snow white cotton grows
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
Now way down yonder...