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Words and |
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Music by Woody |
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Guthrie and |
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Jack Guthrie |
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Many a month has come and gone |
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Since I've wandered from my home |
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In those Oklahoma hills |
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Where I was born |
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Many a page of my life has turned |
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Many lessons |
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I have learned |
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And I feel like in those hills |
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Where I belong |
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CHORUS: Way down yonder in the |
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Indian nation |
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Ridin' my pony on the reservation |
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In the Oklahoma hills where |
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I was born |
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Way down yonder in the |
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Indian nation |
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A cowboy's life is my occupation |
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In the Oklahoma |
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Hills where |
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I was born |
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But as I sit here today |
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Many mile's |
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I am away |
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From the place |
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I rode my pony |
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Through the draw |
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Where the oak and black-jack trees |
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Kiss the playful prairie breeze |
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And I feel back in those hills |
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Where I belong |
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CHORUS Now as |
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I turn life a page |
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To the land of the great |
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Osage In those |
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Oklahoma hills |
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Where I was born |
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Where the black oil rolls and flows |
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And the snow white cotton grows |
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And I feel like in those hills |
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Where I belong |
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CHORUS |