Country Joe McDonald - Oklahoma Hills
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,
While I feel like in those hills I still belong.
But as I sit here today
Many miles I am away
From the place I rode my pony through the draw
While the oaken black jack trees
Kiss the purple prairie breeze
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
Ride my pony on the reservation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born,
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
A cowboy's life was my occupation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.
Now as I turn life a page
To the land of the great old sage
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
While the black oil rolls and flows
And the snow white cotton grows
In those Oklahoma hills I still belong.
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
Ride my pony on the reservation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born,
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
A cowboy's life was my occupation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
Ride my pony on the reservation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born,
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
A cowboy's life was my occupation
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.
More Country Joe McDonald's lyrics
Air Algiers
All Of Me Belongs To You
Balancing On The Edge Of Time
Blowing Down That Old Dusty Road
Blues For Breakfast
Blues For Michael
Carry On
Clara Barton
Cocaine (rock)
Crazy Arms
|
|
Lyric Info: |
 |
| Artist:
Country Joe McDonald |
|
|
| Title:Oklahoma Hills
|
|
|
| Submit by:HotLyrics.net
|
|
|
|
Tools: |
|
|
|
|
|
