Oklahoma Hills [German translation]

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

A-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 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

A-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 was born

Now, as I turn life a page

To the land of the 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

A-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 was born

In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born

• Artist:Hank Thompson