Chords for Oklahoma Hills (Remastered)
Tempo:
72.05 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
C
Bm
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [C]
[D] [G]
Many a month has come and gone since [C] I've wandered from my home [Bm] in those [D] Oklahoma hills
where I [G] was born.
[D]
Many [G] a page of my life has turned, [C] many lessons I have learned, [D] and I feel like in those hills
where [G] I belong.
Way down yonder on the Indian [C] Nation, riding my pony on the reservation [D] in the Oklahoma
hills where [G] I was born.
[D]
[G] Way down yonder on the Indian [C] Nation, cowboy's life is my occupation [D] in the Oklahoma hills
where I [G] was born.
But as I sit here today, [C] many miles I am away from [Bm] the place [D] I rode my pony through [G] the drop.
[D]
Where [G] the oak and blackjack trees kiss [C] the playful prairie breeze, and [D] I feel back in
those hills where I [G] belong.
Way down yonder on the Indian Nation, [C] riding my pony on the reservation [D] in the Oklahoma
hills where I [G] was born.
[D]
[G] Way down yonder on the Indian Nation, [C] cowboy's life is my occupation [D] in the Oklahoma hills
where I [G] was born.
[C]
[D] [G] [E]
[G] [C]
[D] [G]
Now as I turn a life of age to [C] the land of the great old sage, in [D] those Oklahoma hills
where I [G] was born.
[D]
Where [G] the black corn grows and flows, and [C] the snow white cotton grows, and [D] I feel like
in those hills where I [G] belong.
Way down yonder on the Indian Nation, [C] riding my pony on the reservation [D] in the Oklahoma
hills where I [G] was born.
[D]
[G] Way down yonder on the Indian [C] Nation, cowboy's life is my occupation [D] in the Oklahoma hills
where I [G] was born.
[D] [G]
Many a month has come and gone since [C] I've wandered from my home [Bm] in those [D] Oklahoma hills
where I [G] was born.
[D]
Many [G] a page of my life has turned, [C] many lessons I have learned, [D] and I feel like in those hills
where [G] I belong.
Way down yonder on the Indian [C] Nation, riding my pony on the reservation [D] in the Oklahoma
hills where [G] I was born.
[D]
[G] Way down yonder on the Indian [C] Nation, cowboy's life is my occupation [D] in the Oklahoma hills
where I [G] was born.
But as I sit here today, [C] many miles I am away from [Bm] the place [D] I rode my pony through [G] the drop.
[D]
Where [G] the oak and blackjack trees kiss [C] the playful prairie breeze, and [D] I feel back in
those hills where I [G] belong.
Way down yonder on the Indian Nation, [C] riding my pony on the reservation [D] in the Oklahoma
hills where I [G] was born.
[D]
[G] Way down yonder on the Indian Nation, [C] cowboy's life is my occupation [D] in the Oklahoma hills
where I [G] was born.
[C]
[D] [G] [E]
[G] [C]
[D] [G]
Now as I turn a life of age to [C] the land of the great old sage, in [D] those Oklahoma hills
where I [G] was born.
[D]
Where [G] the black corn grows and flows, and [C] the snow white cotton grows, and [D] I feel like
in those hills where I [G] belong.
Way down yonder on the Indian Nation, [C] riding my pony on the reservation [D] in the Oklahoma
hills where I [G] was born.
[D]
[G] Way down yonder on the Indian [C] Nation, cowboy's life is my occupation [D] in the Oklahoma hills
where I [G] was born.
Key:
G
D
C
Bm
E
G
D
C
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
Many a month has come and gone since [C] I've wandered from my home [Bm] in those [D] Oklahoma hills
where I [G] was born.
[D]
Many [G] a page of my life has turned, [C] many lessons I have learned, [D] and I feel like in those hills
where [G] I belong. _
Way down yonder on the Indian [C] Nation, riding my pony on the reservation [D] in the Oklahoma
hills where [G] I was born.
[D] _
[G] Way down yonder on the Indian [C] Nation, cowboy's life is my occupation [D] in the Oklahoma hills
where I [G] was born. _
But as I sit here today, [C] many miles I am away from [Bm] the place [D] I rode my pony through [G] the drop.
[D]
Where [G] the oak and blackjack trees kiss [C] the playful prairie breeze, and [D] I feel back in
those hills where I [G] belong. _ _
Way down yonder on the Indian Nation, [C] riding my pony on the reservation [D] in the Oklahoma
hills where I [G] was born.
[D] _
[G] Way down yonder on the Indian Nation, [C] cowboy's life is my occupation [D] in the Oklahoma hills
where I [G] was born. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
Now as I turn a life of age to [C] the land of the great old sage, in [D] those Oklahoma hills
where I [G] was born.
_ [D]
Where [G] the black corn grows and flows, and [C] the snow white cotton grows, and [D] I feel like
in those hills where I [G] belong. _ _
Way down yonder on the Indian Nation, [C] riding my pony on the reservation [D] in the Oklahoma
hills where I [G] was born.
[D] _
[G] Way down yonder on the Indian [C] Nation, cowboy's life is my occupation [D] in the Oklahoma hills
where I [G] was born. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
Many a month has come and gone since [C] I've wandered from my home [Bm] in those [D] Oklahoma hills
where I [G] was born.
[D]
Many [G] a page of my life has turned, [C] many lessons I have learned, [D] and I feel like in those hills
where [G] I belong. _
Way down yonder on the Indian [C] Nation, riding my pony on the reservation [D] in the Oklahoma
hills where [G] I was born.
[D] _
[G] Way down yonder on the Indian [C] Nation, cowboy's life is my occupation [D] in the Oklahoma hills
where I [G] was born. _
But as I sit here today, [C] many miles I am away from [Bm] the place [D] I rode my pony through [G] the drop.
[D]
Where [G] the oak and blackjack trees kiss [C] the playful prairie breeze, and [D] I feel back in
those hills where I [G] belong. _ _
Way down yonder on the Indian Nation, [C] riding my pony on the reservation [D] in the Oklahoma
hills where I [G] was born.
[D] _
[G] Way down yonder on the Indian Nation, [C] cowboy's life is my occupation [D] in the Oklahoma hills
where I [G] was born. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
Now as I turn a life of age to [C] the land of the great old sage, in [D] those Oklahoma hills
where I [G] was born.
_ [D]
Where [G] the black corn grows and flows, and [C] the snow white cotton grows, and [D] I feel like
in those hills where I [G] belong. _ _
Way down yonder on the Indian Nation, [C] riding my pony on the reservation [D] in the Oklahoma
hills where I [G] was born.
[D] _
[G] Way down yonder on the Indian [C] Nation, cowboy's life is my occupation [D] in the Oklahoma hills
where I [G] was born. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _