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Home on the Range

“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

Traditional Cowboy Song

(Lyrics Arranged by Teri Olsen)

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.

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CHORUS: 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.

~~~

Oh, how often at night when the heavens are bright

With the light of the glittering stars,

Have I stood here amazed and asked as I gazed

If their glory exceeds that of ours.

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CHORUS: 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.

~~~

Oh, I love the wild flowers in this great land of ours;

And I thrill to the eagle’s shrill cry;

And I love the red rocks and the flocks of livestock

That graze on the mountain slopes high.

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CHORUS: 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.

~~~

Oh, the air is so pure, and the sky so azure,

And the breezes so light as they blow,

That I would not exchange my home on the range

For a townhouse in San Francisco.

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CHORUS: 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.

~~~

Oh, give me a park where the prairie dogs bark,

And the mountains all covered with snow,

And give me the gleam of a swift moving stream,

Where the glistening diamond sands flow.

~~~

CHORUS: 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.

~~~

Oh, give me the mine where the prospectors find

Native ores – silver, copper, and gold,

And the hot springs below, where the sick people go,

Till they feel like they’ll never grow old.

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CHORUS: 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.

~~~

Oh, give me the steed and the gun that I need

To shoot game from my own cabin home.

Then give me the camp where the fire is a lamp,

And the wild rocky mountains to roam.

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CHORUS: 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.


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