Oklahoma Hills

	  		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 
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In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born 
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Many a page of life has turned, many a lesson I have learned 
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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 
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In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born 
                                             A  
Now way down yonder in the Indian Nation, a Cowboy's life is my occupation 
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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 
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From a place I rode my pony through the draw 
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While the Oak And Blackjack trees, kiss the playful prairie breeze 
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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 
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In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born 
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While the Black Oil it rolls and flows and the snow white cotton grows 
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In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born 


REPEAT CHORUS