Home on the Range
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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 lights from the glittering stars
Have I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours.

Chorus

Oh, give me a land where the bright diamond sand
Flows leisurely down the stream;
There the graceful, white swan goes gliding along
Like a maid in a heavenly dream.

Chorus

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.

Chorus

Oh, I love those 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.

Chorus
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This song, according to John Lomax, was first printed in 1911,
And for twenty years attracted practically no attention. It is
Said to have been sung on the doorstep of Franklin D. Roosevelt's
Home by a group of newspaper reporters the night he was first
Elected President.
@cowboy
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VincentTheConqueror

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 lights from the glitterin' 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
The Red man was pressed
From this part of the west
'Tis unlikely 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



John Goerger

My Beloved Wife Karen Goerger was born March 4 1954..in St Paris Ohio.
She told me she was a Card Caring Member of the Roy Rogers Club & would watch the TV series in late 50s early 60s (reruns no doubt).
She had a plastic model of TRIGGER with Saddle & had a "Cowgirl" hat she wore when watching the TV show.
The other member of the SONS OF THE PIONEERS was Ken Curtis..Karen had never seen RIO GRANDE & when I got the DVD she just loved that film.
We met on the Internet in Spring 2001 just after her mother died. She had looked after both her father & then her mother who are buried in St Paris (Holeton).
Karen moved to Nevada during the time we met & Dec 21 2001 she flew to Orange County where I lived & worked for the County.
We married the following day in Vegas.
We later moved to Mesa AZ as my ma was 101 & refused to move to CA for me to look after her but was happy for me to moved to Mesa AZ to look after her.
Karen & I had been married for 15 Yrs when Karen passed away at age 63 on July 31 2017..it is coming close to 3 yrs since by Treasured Wife passed away this coming July 2020.
Ma passed away Apr 9 2013.
I was born APRIL 2 1951

I so much miss Karen



Violet Novillo

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 lights from the glitterin' 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.
The Redman was pressed
From this part of the west,
'Tis unlikely 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.



Marquise Norman

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 glitterin' stars,
Have I stood there 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.

The Red man was pressed
From this part of the west,
Tis unlikely 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.



Cameron Stevens

Oh, give me a home

Where the Big Horners roam
Where the Mole Rats and the Fire Gecko play

Where seldom is heard
A discouraging word
And my skin is now glowing all day

Home, home on the wastes
Where the Mole Rats and the Fire Gecko play
Where seldom is heard
A discouraging word
And my skin is not glowing all day

Where the rads ain't too high
The waters not bad
The Radscorps are playful and mild

Oh, I would not exchange
This home on the wastes
For all the big cities so wide

Home, home on the wastes
Where the Master's great armies once played
Where seldom is heard
A discouraging word
And my rads are not rising all day

Home, home on the wastes
Where the Mole Rats and the Fire Gecko play
Where seldom is heard
A discouraging word
And my skin is not glowing all day



Teng Zhang

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 lights from the glitterin' 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
The Red man was pressed
From this part of the west
'Tis unlikely 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



All comments from YouTube:

bro1

I like to imagine the static in the background of this song is actually the cracking of a campfire

Jilberto Rodriguez

Oh what a conducence my left head phone is having a static right now

Daniel _

Pee pee poo poo

Ethan James

Yes ❤️

Roxas

They don't make songs like this anymore.

Mike Bucket

Shore (sure) 'nuff (enough).

The crackle of an old flame is a beautiful thing. Be it the wear in vinyl, or the chemically reflective solar light of combusting cellulose (wood[madera]).

Edit: TL;DR, *feels*.

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dale nulik

P.S. this is western music, a subset of country music, and seldom heard today.

erflingnot

In my house it is! Right ! There are even modern musicians playing this genre still. And if it ain’t broke don’t fix it!

Exterminatus

Western music is not country music.

Hector Buentello

It’s quite tragic that’s the case

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