文本歌词

Oklahoma Hills - Gordon MacRae
Way down yonder in the indian nation
Id ride my pony on the reservation
In the oklahoma hills where i was born
Way down yonder in the indian nation
A cowboys life was my occupation
In the oklahoma hills where i was born
Many months have come and gone
Since i wondered from my home
In the oklahoma hills where i was born
Many page in life has turned
And lessons i have learned
Yet i feel that in those hills i still belong
Way down yonder in the indian nation
Id ride my pony on the reservation
In the oklahoma hills where i was born
Way down yonder in the indian nation
A cowboys life was my occupation
In the oklahoma hills where i was born
As i'm standing here today
Many miles i am away
From the place i rode my pony through the draw
Where the oak and blackjack trees
Kiss the playful prairie breeze
In the oklahoma hills where i was born
Way down yonder in the indian nation
Id ride my pony on the reservation
In the oklahoma hills where i was born
Way down yonder in the indian nation
A cowboys life was my occupation
In the oklahoma hills where i was born
Now i as turn a page
To the land of the ole sage
In the oklahoma hills where i was born
Where the black oil rolls and flows
And the snow white cotton grows
In the oklahoma hills where i was born
Way down yonder in the indian nation
Id ride my pony on the reservation
In the oklahoma hills where i was born
Way down yonder in the indian nation
A cowboys life was my occupation
In the oklahoma hills where i was born