Many a month has come and gone
Since i wandered from my home
In those oklahoma hills where i was born. {harmonica}
Many a page of life has turned
Many a lesson i have learned;
And i feel like in those hills i still belong. {harmonica}
‘way down yonder in the indian nation
Ridin’ my pony on the 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. {harmonica}
But as i stand here in l.a.,
Many miles i am away (okay, guthrie, you can end now)
From a place i rode my pony through the draw, {harmonica}
(uh, guthrie?) while the oak and blackjack trees
Kiss the playful prairie breeze
And i feel (guthrie) like in those hills (cut it down) i still belong. {harmonica}
‘way down yonder in the indian nation
Ridin’ my pony on the reservation
In those oklahoma hills where i was born. {harmonica}
‘way down yonder in the indian nation
A cowboy’s life is my occupation
In those oklahoma hills where i was born. {harmonica}
Yodele-ih-eh! (of decent clothes!)
Yodele-ih!
Yodele-ih!(and show up here next)
Yodele-yodele-ih-oh!(thursday!)
Yodele-ih-oh! (that’s twenty bucks)
Yodele-ih-uh! (a week!)
Yeehaw!
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