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
 Where the air is so pure, the zephyrs so free
 The breezes so balmy and light
 That I would not exchange
 My home on the range
 For all of the cities so bright
 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
 The Red man was pressed
 From this part of the west
 He's likely no more to return
 To the banks of the Red River
 Where seldom if ever
 Their flickering campfires burn
 How often at night
 When the heavens are bright
 With the light from the glittering stars
 Have I stood here amazed
 And asked as I gazed
 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
 Oh, I love these wild flowers
 In this dear land of ours
 The curlew I love to hear scream
 And I love the white rocks
 And the antelope flocks
 That graze on the mountain tops green
 Oh, give me a land
 Where the bright diamond sand
 Flows leisurely down in the stream
 Where the graceful white swan
 Goes gliding along
 Like a maid in a heavenly dream
 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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 Then I would not exchange
 My 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
 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
 Lo-ooh, lo-ooh
 Le-yee, oh, le-yee