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“Home, home on the range, where the deer and the antelope play; where seldom is heard a discouraging word, and the skies are not cloudy all day.” ~Traditional Cowboy Song

Home on the Range

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam . . . . . where the deer and the antelope play. . . . . . . . . . . where seldom is heard a discouraging word . . . . . and the skies are not cloudy all day. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Home, home on the range . . . . . where the deer and the antelope play. . . . . . . . . . . where seldom is heard a discouraging word . . . . . and the skies are not cloudy all day. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . How often at night when the heavens are bright with the light of the glittering stars . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I stand here amazed and I ask as I gaze . . . . . if their glory exceeds that of ours. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Home, home on the range . . . . . where the deer and the antelope play. . . . . . . . . . . where seldom is heard a discouraging word . . . . . and the skies are not cloudy all day. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I love the wild flowers in this great land of ours . . . . . and I thrill to the eagle’s shrill cry . . . . . I love the red rocks and the flocks of livestock . . . . . that graze on the mountain slopes high. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Home, home on the range . . . . . where the deer and the antelope play. . . . . . . . . . . where seldom is heard a discouraging word . . . . . and the skies are not cloudy all day. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . where seldom is heard a discouraging word . . . . . and the skies are not cloudy all day.


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