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Country Joe McDonald
OKLAHOMA HILLS
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OKLAHOMA HILLS,
Country Joe McDonald
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Many a month has 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,
while i feel like in those hills i still belong.
But as i sit here today
many miles i am away
from the place i rode my pony through the draw
while the oaken black jack trees
kiss the purple prairie breeze
in those oklahoma hills where i was born.
Way down yonder in the indian nation
ride my pony on the reservation
in those oklahoma hills where i was born,
way down yonder in the indian nation
a cowboy's life was my occupation
in those oklahoma hills where i was born.
Now as i turn life a page
to the land of the great old sage
in those oklahoma hills where i was born
while the black oil rolls and flows
and the snow white cotton grows
in those oklahoma hills i still belong.
Way down yonder in the indian nation
ride my pony on the reservation
in those oklahoma hills where i was born,
way down yonder in the indian nation
a cowboy's life was my occupation
in those oklahoma hills where i was born.
Way down yonder in the indian nation
ride my pony on the reservation
in those oklahoma hills where i was born,
way down yonder in the indian nation
a cowboy's life was my occupation
in those oklahoma hills where i was born.
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Many a month has 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, while i feel like in those hills i still belong. But as i sit here today many miles i am away from the place i rode my pony through the draw while the oaken black jack trees kiss the purple prairie breeze in those oklahoma hills where i was born. Way down yonder in the indian nation ride my pony on the reservation in those oklahoma hills where i was born, way down yonder in the indian nation a cowboy's life was my occupation in those oklahoma hills where i was born. Now as i turn life a page to the land of the great old sage in those oklahoma hills where i was born while the black oil rolls and flows and the snow white cotton grows in those oklahoma hills i still belong. Way down yonder in the indian nation ride my pony on the reservation in those oklahoma hills where i was born, way down yonder in the indian nation a cowboy's life was my occupation in those oklahoma hills where i was born. Way down yonder in the indian nation ride my pony on the reservation in those oklahoma hills where i was born, way down yonder in the indian nation a cowboy's life was my occupation in those oklahoma hills where i was born.
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