Oklahoma Hills

by Jack Guthrie , Woody

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Man-y a month has come and gone
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Since I wan-dered from my home
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In these O-kla-ho-ma hills where I was born
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Though a page of life has turned,
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And a les-son I have learned,
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Yet I feel like in those hills I still be-long
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Way     down yon-der in the In-dian Na-tion
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I    rode my po-ny  on the res- er-va-tion
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In those O-kla-ho-ma Hills where I was born
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Way down yon-der in the In-dian Na-tion
6d   7   7   7   7   7   8d 7   6d   5d

A cow-boy's life is   my occ-u-pa-tion
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In those O-kla-ho-ma Hills where I was born.
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