Interpret:

Arlo Guthrie

Album:

Running Down the Road

Many a month has come and gone
 Since I've wandered from my home
 In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
 Many a page of my life has turned
 Many lessons I have learned
 And I feel like in those hills where I belong


Way down yonder in the Indian nation
 Riding my pony on the reservation
 In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
 Way down yonder in the Indian nation
 A cowboy's life is my occupation
 In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born


But as I sit here today
 Many miles I am away
 From the place I rode my pony through the draw
 Where the oak and black jack trees
 Kiss the playful Prairie breeze
 And I feel back in those hills where I belong


Way down yonder in the Indian nation
 Riding my pony on the reservation
 In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
 Way down yonder in the Indian nation
 A cowboy's life is my occupation
 In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born


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


Way down yonder in the Indian nation
 Riding my pony on the reservation
 In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
 Way down yonder in the Indian nation
 A cowboy's life is my occupation
 In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born.