Way Down Yonder in
the Nation
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
I rode my pony on the reservation
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
Cowboys life is my occupation
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Many months have come and gone
Since I wandered far from home
In those Oklahoma hills
where I was born
Though a page of life has turned
And a lesson I have learned
Yet I feel like in those hills I still
belong
Way down yonder in the Indian nation
I rode my pony on the reservation
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
A cowboy's life is my occupation
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
But as I sit 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 those Oklahoma hills where
I was born.
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation,
I rode my pony on the reservation,
in the Oklahoma hills where I was born.
Way down yonder in the Indian nation,
the cowboy's life is my occupation,
in the Oklahoma hills where I was born.
Now as I turn life a page,
to a land of great Osage,
in those Oklahoma hills
where I was born.
Where the black oil rolls and flows,
and the snow white cotton grows,
in those Oklahoma hills where
I was born.
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation,
I rode my pony on the reservation,
in the Oklahoma hills where I was born.
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation,
the cowboy's life is my occupation,
in the Oklahoma Hill s
where I was born.