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Bob Wills - Oklahoma Hills (Chord)
Submitter: Ray Terry (133) on 11/28/06
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Oklahoma Hills
Bob Wills
 
(Intro: E-B7-E)

E                                        A               Fm
Many months have come and gone, since I wandered from my home
          B7                         E    
In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born
                                        A             Fm
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         Fm
But as I sit here today, many miles I am away
        B7                               E 
From a place I rode my pony through the draw
                                             A               Fm
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                    Fm
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                Fm 
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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