OKLAHOMA HILLS Written by Jack Guthrie Recorded by Hank Thompson on Capitol Records [D] Many months have come and gone Sense I [G] wandered from my [E] home In these [A7] Oklahoma hills where I was [D] born.
Many a page of life has turned many a [G] lesson I have [E] learned I [A7] feel like in those hills I still [D] belong. [chorus] Way down yonder in the Indian Nation I [G] rode my pony on the reservation In those [A7] Oklahoma hills where I was [D] born. [A7] [D] Way down yonder in the Indian Nation A [G] cowboy's life is my occupation In those [A7] Oklahoma hills where I was [D] born. [D] But as I sat here today Many a [G] mile I am [E] away >From the [A7] place I rode my pony through the [D] drawl Where the oak and blackjack trees Kiss the [G] playful prairie [E] breeze. In those [A7] Oklahoma hills where I was [D] born. [repeat chorus] [D] Well as I turn life a page Back to the [G] land of the great [E] Osage In those [A7] Oklahoma hills where I was [D] born. Where the black oil rolls and flows And the [G] snow white cotton [E] grows In those [A7] Oklahoma hills where I was [D] born. [repeat chorus] [end with] Boomer Sooner Boomer Sooner!! [D] In those [A7] Oklahoma hills where I was [D] born.