Lyrics
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 cowboys life is the occupation
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Many months have come and gone
Since I wandered from my home
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Though a page of life has turned
Many lessons I have learned
Yet, I feel that in the 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
Way down yonder in the Indian nation
A cowboys life is the occupation
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
As I stand here today
Many miles I am away
From the place I rode my pony through the draw
Where the oak and the blackjack trees
Kiss the playful prairie breeze
In the 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
Way down yonder in the Indian nation
A cowboys life is the occupation
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Now, when I turn back a page
To the land of the great ol' stage
And the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Where the black oil rolls and flows
And the snow-white cotton grows
In the 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
Way down yonder in the Indian nation
A cowboys life is the occupation
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
