Chords for OKLAHOMA HILLS by JACK GUTHRIE
Tempo:
99.5 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Bb
Ab
F
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Gm]
[Eb] [G] [Ab] [F]
[Bb] [Eb] [Bb] Many [Eb] months has come and gone [Ab] since I wandered [F] from my home [Bb] in those Oklahoma hills where [Eb] I was born.
[Bb] [Eb] Many a page of life has turned, [Ab] many a lesson [F] I have learned, [Bb] well I feel like in those hills I [Eb] still belong.
Way down yonder in the [Ab] Indian Nation, I ride my [F] pony on the [Bb] reservation in those Oklahoma hills where [Eb] I was born.
[Fm] [Eb] Now way down yonder in the Indian [Ab] Nation, the cowboy's [F] life is my [Bbm] [Fm] occupation in those [Bb] Oklahoma hills where I [Eb] was born.
[Bb] [Eb]
[G] [Ab] [F] [Bb]
[Eb] [Cm] [Ab] [Bb] [Eb]
[Ab] [F] [Bb]
[Eb] [Cm] [D] But [Eb] as I sit here today, many [Ab] miles I am [F] away from [Bb] a place I rode my pony through [Eb] the draw.
[D] Why [Eb] the oak [Bb] and black [Eb] jack trees kiss [Ab] the playful [F] prairie breeze in [Bb] those Oklahoma [Fm] hills where I [Eb] was born.
[Bb] [Eb] Way down yonder in the Indian [Ab] Nation, I ride my [F] pony on the [Bb] reservation in those Oklahoma hills where I [Eb] was [Fm] born.
[Eb] Boy way down yonder in the [G] Indian [Ab] Nation, the cowboy's [F] life is my [Bb] occupation in those Oklahoma hills where [Eb] I was born.
[Ab] [F] [Bb]
[Eb] [Bb] [Eb]
[Ab] [F] [Bb]
Now [Eb] [Bb] [Eb] as I turn life a page [Ab] to the land of the [F] great old sage [D] in those [Bb] Oklahoma hills where [Eb] I was born.
[D] [Eb] Why the black oil it rolls and flows [Ab] and the [F] snow white cotton grows [Bb] in those Oklahoma hills where [Eb] I was born.
[Bbm] [Eb] Now [Bb] way down [Cm] yonder in the Indian [Ab] Nation, I ride my pony on the [D] reservation in those Oklahoma hills where I [Eb] was born.
[Fm] [Eb] Boy way down yonder in the Indian [Ab] Nation, the [Bb] cowboy's life is my occupation in those [A] [D] Oklahoma hills where I [Eb] was born.
[Eb] [G] [Ab] [F]
[Bb] [Eb] [Bb] Many [Eb] months has come and gone [Ab] since I wandered [F] from my home [Bb] in those Oklahoma hills where [Eb] I was born.
[Bb] [Eb] Many a page of life has turned, [Ab] many a lesson [F] I have learned, [Bb] well I feel like in those hills I [Eb] still belong.
Way down yonder in the [Ab] Indian Nation, I ride my [F] pony on the [Bb] reservation in those Oklahoma hills where [Eb] I was born.
[Fm] [Eb] Now way down yonder in the Indian [Ab] Nation, the cowboy's [F] life is my [Bbm] [Fm] occupation in those [Bb] Oklahoma hills where I [Eb] was born.
[Bb] [Eb]
[G] [Ab] [F] [Bb]
[Eb] [Cm] [Ab] [Bb] [Eb]
[Ab] [F] [Bb]
[Eb] [Cm] [D] But [Eb] as I sit here today, many [Ab] miles I am [F] away from [Bb] a place I rode my pony through [Eb] the draw.
[D] Why [Eb] the oak [Bb] and black [Eb] jack trees kiss [Ab] the playful [F] prairie breeze in [Bb] those Oklahoma [Fm] hills where I [Eb] was born.
[Bb] [Eb] Way down yonder in the Indian [Ab] Nation, I ride my [F] pony on the [Bb] reservation in those Oklahoma hills where I [Eb] was [Fm] born.
[Eb] Boy way down yonder in the [G] Indian [Ab] Nation, the cowboy's [F] life is my [Bb] occupation in those Oklahoma hills where [Eb] I was born.
[Ab] [F] [Bb]
[Eb] [Bb] [Eb]
[Ab] [F] [Bb]
Now [Eb] [Bb] [Eb] as I turn life a page [Ab] to the land of the [F] great old sage [D] in those [Bb] Oklahoma hills where [Eb] I was born.
[D] [Eb] Why the black oil it rolls and flows [Ab] and the [F] snow white cotton grows [Bb] in those Oklahoma hills where [Eb] I was born.
[Bbm] [Eb] Now [Bb] way down [Cm] yonder in the Indian [Ab] Nation, I ride my pony on the [D] reservation in those Oklahoma hills where I [Eb] was born.
[Fm] [Eb] Boy way down yonder in the Indian [Ab] Nation, the [Bb] cowboy's life is my occupation in those [A] [D] Oklahoma hills where I [Eb] was born.
Key:
Eb
Bb
Ab
F
D
Eb
Bb
Ab
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ [G] _ [Ab] _ _ [F] _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Bb] Many [Eb] months has come and gone [Ab] since I wandered [F] from my home [Bb] in those Oklahoma hills where [Eb] I was born.
_ [Bb] [Eb] Many a page of life has turned, [Ab] many a lesson [F] I have learned, [Bb] well I feel like in those hills I [Eb] still belong. _ _
Way down yonder in the [Ab] Indian Nation, I ride my [F] pony on the [Bb] reservation in those Oklahoma hills where [Eb] I was born.
_ [Fm] [Eb] Now way down yonder in the Indian [Ab] Nation, the cowboy's [F] life is my [Bbm] [Fm] occupation in those [Bb] Oklahoma hills where I [Eb] was born.
[Bb] _ [Eb] _ _
_ _ [G] _ [Ab] _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ [Cm] _ [Ab] _ [Bb] _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ [Cm] _ [D] But [Eb] as I sit here today, many [Ab] miles I am [F] away from [Bb] a place I rode my pony through [Eb] the draw.
_ [D] Why [Eb] the oak [Bb] and black [Eb] jack trees kiss [Ab] the playful [F] prairie breeze in [Bb] those Oklahoma [Fm] hills where I [Eb] was born.
[Bb] _ [Eb] Way down yonder in the Indian [Ab] Nation, I ride my [F] pony on the [Bb] reservation in those Oklahoma hills where I [Eb] was [Fm] born.
[Eb] Boy way down yonder in the [G] Indian [Ab] Nation, the cowboy's [F] life is my [Bb] occupation in those Oklahoma hills where [Eb] I was born. _ _ _
_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _
Now _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ [Eb] as I turn life a page [Ab] to the land of the [F] great old sage [D] in those [Bb] Oklahoma hills where [Eb] I was born.
_ [D] [Eb] Why the black oil it rolls and flows [Ab] and the [F] snow white cotton grows [Bb] in those Oklahoma hills where [Eb] I was born.
[Bbm] [Eb] Now [Bb] way down [Cm] yonder in the Indian [Ab] Nation, I ride my pony on the [D] reservation in those Oklahoma hills where I [Eb] was born.
[Fm] _ [Eb] Boy way down yonder in the Indian [Ab] Nation, the [Bb] cowboy's life is my occupation in those [A] [D] Oklahoma hills where I [Eb] was born. _ _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ [G] _ [Ab] _ _ [F] _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Bb] Many [Eb] months has come and gone [Ab] since I wandered [F] from my home [Bb] in those Oklahoma hills where [Eb] I was born.
_ [Bb] [Eb] Many a page of life has turned, [Ab] many a lesson [F] I have learned, [Bb] well I feel like in those hills I [Eb] still belong. _ _
Way down yonder in the [Ab] Indian Nation, I ride my [F] pony on the [Bb] reservation in those Oklahoma hills where [Eb] I was born.
_ [Fm] [Eb] Now way down yonder in the Indian [Ab] Nation, the cowboy's [F] life is my [Bbm] [Fm] occupation in those [Bb] Oklahoma hills where I [Eb] was born.
[Bb] _ [Eb] _ _
_ _ [G] _ [Ab] _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ [Cm] _ [Ab] _ [Bb] _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ [Cm] _ [D] But [Eb] as I sit here today, many [Ab] miles I am [F] away from [Bb] a place I rode my pony through [Eb] the draw.
_ [D] Why [Eb] the oak [Bb] and black [Eb] jack trees kiss [Ab] the playful [F] prairie breeze in [Bb] those Oklahoma [Fm] hills where I [Eb] was born.
[Bb] _ [Eb] Way down yonder in the Indian [Ab] Nation, I ride my [F] pony on the [Bb] reservation in those Oklahoma hills where I [Eb] was [Fm] born.
[Eb] Boy way down yonder in the [G] Indian [Ab] Nation, the cowboy's [F] life is my [Bb] occupation in those Oklahoma hills where [Eb] I was born. _ _ _
_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _
Now _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ [Eb] as I turn life a page [Ab] to the land of the [F] great old sage [D] in those [Bb] Oklahoma hills where [Eb] I was born.
_ [D] [Eb] Why the black oil it rolls and flows [Ab] and the [F] snow white cotton grows [Bb] in those Oklahoma hills where [Eb] I was born.
[Bbm] [Eb] Now [Bb] way down [Cm] yonder in the Indian [Ab] Nation, I ride my pony on the [D] reservation in those Oklahoma hills where I [Eb] was born.
[Fm] _ [Eb] Boy way down yonder in the Indian [Ab] Nation, the [Bb] cowboy's life is my occupation in those [A] [D] Oklahoma hills where I [Eb] was born. _ _ _
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