Bob Wills: Oklahoma Hills
Oklahoma Hills
Bob Wills
(Intro: E-B7-E)
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Many months have come and gone, since I wandered from my home
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In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born
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Many a page of life has turned, many a lesson I have learned
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Well I feel like in those hills I still belong
CHORUS
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Way down yonder in the Indian Nation, I ride my pony on the reservation
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In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born
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Now way down yonder in the Indian Nation, a Cowboy's life is my occupation
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In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born
(Instrumental: E-A-B7-E-A-B7-E)
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But as I sit here today, many miles I am away
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From a place I rode my pony through the draw
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While the Oak And Blackjack trees, kiss the playful prairie breeze
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In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born
REPEAT CHORUS
(INSTRUMENTAL: E-B7-E)
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Now as I turn life a page, to the land of the great old sage
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In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born
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While the Black Oil it rolls and flows and the snow white cotton grows
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In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born
REPEAT CHORUS