Tytuł: Oklahoma hills

• Wykonawca: Woody Guthrie
• Wyświetleń: 256

Many a month has come and gone
   Since I wandered from my home
   In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.
   Many a page of life has turned,
   Many a lesson I have learned;
   Well, I feel like in those hills I still belong.
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   'Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
   Ridin' my pony on the reservation,
   In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.
   Now, 'way down yonder in the Indian Nation,
   A cowboy's life is my occupation,
   In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.
   But as I sit here today,
   Many miles I am away
   From a place I rode my pony through the draw,
   While the oak and blackjack trees
   Kiss the playful prairie breeze,
   In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.
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   Now as I turn life a page
   To the land of the great Osage
   In those Oklahoma hills where I was born,
   While the black oil it rolls and flows
   And the snow-white cotton grows
   In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.
   CHORUS