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
Though a page of life has turned
And a lesson I have learned
Yet I feel like in those hills I still
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
Where the oak and blackjack trees
kiss the playful prairie breeze,
in those Oklahoma hills where
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,
Where the black oil rolls and flows,
and the snow white cotton grows,
in those Oklahoma hills where
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,
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