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Bob Wills: Oklahoma Hills
Oklahoma Hills Bob Wills (Intro: E-B7-E) E A F#m Many months have come and gone, since I wandered from my home B7 E In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born A F#m Many a page of life has turned, many a lesson I have learned B7 E Well I feel like in those hills I still belong CHORUS E A Way down yonder in the Indian Nation, I ride my pony on the reservation B7 E In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born A Now way down yonder in the Indian Nation, a Cowboy's life is my occupation B7 E In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born (Instrumental: E-A-B7-E-A-B7-E) E A F#m But as I sit here today, many miles I am away B7 E From a place I rode my pony through the draw A F#m While the Oak And Blackjack trees, kiss the playful prairie breeze B7 E In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born REPEAT CHORUS (INSTRUMENTAL: E-B7-E) E A F#m Now as I turn life a page, to the land of the great old sage B7 E In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born A F#m While the Black Oil it rolls and flows and the snow white cotton grows B7 E In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born REPEAT CHORUS
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