Bob Wills And His Texas Playboys - Oklahoma Hills

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Band name Bob Wills And His Texas Playboys
Song name Oklahoma Hills
Tab type Chords
Added 05/07/2008
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Oklahoma Hills
Words and Music by Woody Guthrie and Jack Guthrie
As performed by Bob Wills and His Texas Playboys
http://www.texasplayboys.net/
Transcribed by twoheadedlovechild@yahoo.com

[INTRO WITH LEAD GTR]
B7	E

E 
Many months have come and gone
		A			F#7
Since I wandered from my home
		B7
In those Oklahoma hills
		E
Where I was born
E
Many a page of life has turned
		A		F#7
Many a lesson I have learned
	B7					E
Well I feel like in those hills I still belong

E
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation
A				F#7
Ridin' my pony on a reservation
		B7				E
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
E
Now way down yonder in the Indian Nation
A				F#7
A cowboy's life is my occupation
		B7				E
In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born

[SOLO]
E	A	F#7	B7	E
E	A	F#7	B7	E

But as I sit here today
Many miles I am away
From a place I rode my pony
Through the draw

While the oak and black-jack trees
Kiss the playful prairie breeze
In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born

[CHORUS]
[INTRO]

Now as I turn life a page
To the land of the great Osage
In those Oklahoma hills
Where I was born

While the black oil rolls and flows
And the snow white cotton grows
In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born

CHORUS

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