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Oklahoma Hills

Bob Wills And His Texas Playboys
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D-DU-UDU
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
 Well I feel  like in those hills I still belong
Way  down yonder in the Indian Nation
Ridin'  my pony on a reservation
 In those Oklahoma  hills where I was born
Now  way down yonder in the Indian Nation
A  cowboy's life is my occupation
 In those Oklahoma  Hills where I was born
 But as I sit here today
 Many miles I am away
 From a place I rode my pony
 Through the draw
 While the oak and black-jack trees
 Kiss the playful prairie breeze
 In those 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
 While the black oil rolls and flows
 And the snow white cotton grows
 In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born

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Readable chord sheet for Oklahoma Hills by Bob Wills And His Texas Playboys

[B7]      [E]

[E]Many months have come and gone
Since I wandered[A] from my home           [F#7]
In those Oklahom[B7]a hills
Where I was born[E]
[E]Many a page of life has turned
Many a lesson I [A]have learned    [F#7]
Well I f[B7]eel like in those hills I still belong  [E]

[E]Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
[A]Ridin' my pony on a reservation [F#7]
In those Oklahom[B7]a hills where I was born        [E]
[E]Now way down yonder in the Indian Nation
[A]A cowboy's life is my occupation[F#7]
In those Oklahom[B7]a Hills where I was born        [E]

[E]       [A]       [F#7]     [B7]      [E]
[E]       [A]       [F#7]     [B7]      [E]

But as I sit here today
Many miles I am away
From a place I rode my pony
Through the draw

While the oak and black-jack trees
Kiss the playful prairie breeze
In those 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

While the black oil rolls and flows
And the snow white cotton grows
In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born