Impossible to work

I’m off to Oklahoma. I’ll be posting from there, but it’s a long drive, so in the meantime,
enjoy the lyrics of the official folk song of the state of Oklahoma, “Oklahoma Hills” by Woody Guthrie and his cousin Jack:

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

CHORUS:
Way down yonder in the Indian nation
Ridin’ 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”^a1a”

Where the oak and black-jack trees
Kiss the playful prairie breeze
And I feel back in those hills
Where I belong

CHORUS

Now as I turn life a page
To the land of the great Osage
In those Oklahoma hills
Where I was born”^a2a”

Where the black oil rolls and flows
And the snow white cotton grows
And I feel like in those hills
Where I belong

CHORUS

Lyrics are taken from here, with a few minor corrections.

1. That would be a small gully. A really small gully. aaa
2. I’d like to point out that Okfuskee County is not part of the Osage Nation, but part of the Muscogee (Creek) Nation. aaa