Oklahoma Hills(Cavaco chords)

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    Many a month has come and gone,
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    since I wandered from my home,
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    in those Oklahoma hills where I was born.

    Many a page my life has turned,
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    many a lesson I have learned,
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    and I feel like in those hills where I belong.

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'Way down yonder on the Indian Nation,
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ridin' my pony on the reservation,
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in the Oklahoma hills where I was born.
‘Way down yonder on the Indian Nation,
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a cowboy's life is my occupation,
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In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.

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    But as I sit here today,
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    many miles I am away
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    from the place I rode my pony through the draw.
    Where the oak and blackjack trees,
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    kiss the playful prairie breeze,
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    and I feel like in those hills where I was born.

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    Now as I turn life a page
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    to the land of the great Osage,
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    in those Oklahoma hills where I was born.
    Where the black oil rolls and flows
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    and the snow-white cotton grows,
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    and I feel like in those hills where I belong.