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Date: Wed, 22 Sep 1999 08:06:55 -0500
From: "deral l. clour" <dclour@nstar.net>
Subject: Oklahoma Hills

OKLAHOMA HILLS

                             Written by Jack Guthrie
                              Recorded by Hank Thompson  on Capitol
Records

[D] Many months have come and gone
Sense I [G] wandered from my [E] home
In these [A7] Oklahoma hills where I was [D] born.
Many a page of life has turned
many a [G] lesson I have [E] learned
I [A7] feel like in those hills I still [D] belong.

[chorus]
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
I [G] rode my pony on the reservation
In those [A7] Oklahoma hills where I was [D] born. [A7]
[D] Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
A [G] cowboy's life is my occupation
In those [A7] Oklahoma hills where I was [D] born.

[D] But as I sat here today
Many a [G] mile I am [E] away
>From the [A7] place I rode my pony through the [D] drawl
Where the oak and blackjack trees
Kiss the [G] playful prairie [E] breeze.
In those [A7] Oklahoma hills where I was [D] born.

[repeat chorus]

[D] Well as I turn life a page
Back to the [G] land of the great [E] Osage
In those [A7] Oklahoma hills where I was [D] born.
Where the black oil rolls and flows
And the [G] snow white cotton [E] grows
In those [A7] Oklahoma hills where I was [D] born.

[repeat chorus]
[end with]
Boomer Sooner Boomer Sooner!!
[D] In those [A7] Oklahoma hills where I was [D] born.