Many months have 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
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
A-way down yonder in the Indian nation
A cowboy's life is my occupation
In the Oklahoma Hills where I 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
A-way down yonder in the Indian nation
A cowboy's life is my occupation
In the Oklahoma Hills where I born
As I turn life a page to the land of the great Osage
To 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
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- Songs for Rounders/At the Golden Nugget
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- Pathway Of My Life 1966 - 1986
- Hank World
- Songs of the Brazos Valley
- Greatest Country Music for a Wedding
- Wake Up Irene
- Classic Years of Hank Thompson Vol. 1
- Hank Thompson: Classics
- The Very Best of Hank Thompson
- Country Pioneers - Hank Thompson
- The All Time Greatest Country Artist (Volume 10)
- Hank Thompson
- Gems: Hank Thompson
- Gods of Country - Hank Thompson
- The Wild Side of Life
- Country Kings
- The Country Collection, Vol. 1
- Top 50 Classics - The Very Best of Hank Thompson