Oklahoma Hills

Tabs, letra y acordes de 'Oklahoma Hills' por Hank Thompson

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      G                  G7 
Many months have come & gone, 
        C 
Since I wandered from my home  
         D7                         G 
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.  
 
 
D7     G                G7 
Many a page of life has turned  
       C 
Many a lesson I have learned  
       D7                               G 
But I feel like in those hills I still belong. 

 
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation  
  C 
I rode my pony on the reservation  
          D7                         G 
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born 
  
Way down yonder in the Indian Nation 
  C  
A cowboy's life is my occupation  
         D7                         G 
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.  
 
 
                   G7          C 
But as I sit here today, Many miles I am away  
         D7                               G 
From the place I rode my pony through the draw  
D7        G                  G7 
Where the oak and blackjack trees 
          C  
Kiss the playful prairie breeze 
          D7                        G  
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born. 
 
 
 
                     G7           C     
Now as I turn life a page, To the land of the great Osage  
          D7                        G 
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born. 
D7        G         G7  
Where the black oil rolls & flows 
          C  
And the snow white cotton grows  
         D7                          G 
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.
Versión 2 - Oklahoma Hills (Letra y acordes)
       G
    Many a month has come and gone,
      C
    since I wandered from my home,
                   D                                           G
    in those Oklahoma hills where I was born.

    Many a page my life has turned,
                  C
    many a lesson I have learned,
               D                                               G
    and I feel like in those hills where I belong.

    G
'Way down yonder on the Indian Nation,
 C
ridin' my pony on the reservation,
           D                                           G
in the Oklahoma hills where I was born.
'Way down yonder on the Indian Nation,
     C
a cowboy's life is my occupation,
               D                                           G
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born.

              G
    But as I sit here today,
                 C
    many miles I am away
                     D                                                   G
    from the place I rode my pony through the draw.
    Where the oak and blackjack trees,
                    C
    kiss the playful prairie breeze,
               D                                                   G
    and I feel like in those hills where I was born.

                    G
    Now as I turn life a page
               C
    to the land of the great Osage,
                   D                                           G
    in those Oklahoma hills where I was born.
    Where the black oil rolls and flows
                     C
    and the snow-white cotton grows,
               D                                               G
    and I feel like in those hills where I belong.

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