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