HOME ON THE RANGE 121311 - COWTOWN

James Michael Taylor

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

Home, home on the range
How often at night where the stars are so bright
With the light of the glittering stars
I stood here amazed. 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 would not exchange my home on the range
The smell of the camp fire each night
The stars and the moon, they all vanish too soon
Fade at the first morning light

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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