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No Rodeo Dough - The Sons Of The Pioneers

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 from the glitteing stars

Have I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed

If their glory exceeds that of love

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

It's not likely he'll ever return

To the banks of Red River where seldom if ever

Their flickering campfires burn

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