The Sons of the Pioneers did several songs for the John Ford movies Wagon Master (in 1949) and Rio Grande in (1950).
The six members who made the Sons of the Pioneers famous in the late 1930s with their close-harmonied western style music were elected into the Country Music Hall of Fame in 1980. In 1995, they were inducted into the Western Performers Hall of Fame at the National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma.
In 1977, the Smithsonian designated the Sons of the Pioneers as "national treasures". Through many changes to the line-up, the Sons of the Pioneers have continued to perform.
Ramona
Sons Of The Pioneers Lyrics
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Where the mountains high
Seem to kiss the sky
Someone is out yonder, o'er the hills
Waiting patiently, Waiting just for me
Ramona, I hear the mission bells above
Ramona, they're ringing out our song of love
To always remember the rambling rose you wear in your hair
Ramona, when day is done you'll hear my call
Ramona, we'll meet beside the water fall
I dread the dawn when I awake to find you gone
Ramona I need you my own
Let's wander out yonder o'er the hills
By a babbling brook
Where we'll find a nook
To build our own love nest, o'er the hills
Darling of my heart, Never more to part
Ramona, I hear the mission bells above
Ramona, they're ringing out our song of love
I press you, caress you, and bless the day you taught me to care
To always remember the rambling rose you wear in your hair
Ramona, when day is done you'll hear my call
Ramona, we'll meet beside the water fall
I dread the dawn when I awake to find you gone
Ramona I need you my own
In "Ramona" by Sons of the Pioneers, the singer speaks of his longing for a woman named Ramona. He talks of wandering out yonder o'er the hills where the mountains high seem to kiss the sky. Someone is waiting patiently for him out yonder. The singer expresses his deep love for Ramona by telling her that he hears the mission bells ringing above, which are ringing out their song of love. He presses, caresses and blesses the day Ramona taught him to care. The singer assures Ramona to always remember the rambling rose she wears in her hair. The song speaks of their love growing stronger every day and how they would build their own love nest by a babbling brook where they'll find a nook to spend time together.
As the song continues, the singer tells Ramona how he dreads the dawn when he awakes to find her gone. He needs Ramona in his life every day. The song ends with the singer and Ramona meeting beside the waterfalls where they'll love each other forever. The lyrics of "Ramona" depict a man who is very much in love with his muse, Ramona. They plan to spend the rest of their lives together, building their own love nest and meeting beside the waterfalls. The song is a love letter to Ramona, a token of love that will last forever.
Line by Line Meaning
I wander out yonder o'er the hills
I am taking a stroll over the hills
Where the mountains high Seem to kiss the sky
The mountains are so tall that they appear to touch the sky
Someone is out yonder, o'er the hills Waiting patiently, Waiting just for me
There is someone waiting for me out there, watching patiently
Ramona, I hear the mission bells above
I can hear the church bells ringing in the distance
Ramona, they're ringing out our song of love
The bells are ringing a song that reminds me of our love
I press you, caress you, and bless the day you taught me to care
I hold you close, touch you lovingly, and am grateful for the day you showed me how to love
To always remember the rambling rose you wear in your hair
I will never forget the beautiful rose that you always wear in your hair
Ramona, when day is done you'll hear my call
At the end of the day, I will call out to you
Ramona, we'll meet beside the water fall
We will meet by the waterfall
I dread the dawn when I awake to find you gone
I fear waking up to find that you have left me
Ramona I need you my own
I need you to be mine
Let's wander out yonder o'er the hills
Let's take a walk over the hills
By a babbling brook Where we'll find a nook To build our own love nest, o'er the hills
We will find a sheltered spot by the babbling brook where we can build a place to call our own
Darling of my heart, Never more to part
You are the love of my life and we will never be separated
Lyrics © Kanjian Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: L. Wolfe Gilbert, Mabel Wayne
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Bill Akins
on The Devil's Great Grandson
"The Devil's Great Grandson" (Lyrics)
Recorded by Roy Rogers & The Son's Of The Pioneers
(Lyrics submitted by Bill Akins)
(The Devil's Great Grandson performed by the Sons Of The Pioneers and written by Bob Nolan. The tune was recorded in Los Angeles on December 14, 1937 and the group at that time was Roy Rogers, Bob Nolan, Lloyd Perryman and the Farr brothers.)
Old Skyball Paint was the devil's saint
His eyes were a fiery red
Good men have tried this horse to ride
And all of them are dead
Now I won't brag but I rode this nag
Till his blood began to boil
Then I hit the ground and ate three pound
Of good old western soil
Singin' Hi-ho lad don't you make me mad
I'm the devil's great grandson
And I'm doin' my best to tame the west
With my great big forty-four gun
(Light group harmony yodel)
I swore by heck
I'd break his neck for the jolt he gave my pride
I threw my noose on that old cayuse and once more took a ride
He turned around and soon
I found his tail where his head should be
So says says I Perhaps he's shy or he just don't care for me
Singin' Hi-ho lad don't you make me mad
I'm the devil's great grandson
And I'm doin' my best to tame the west
With my great big forty-four gun
(Only Roy Rogers STRONG yodeling, group harmony humming and ahhing along)
In town you see just to have a spree when
I meets old Sheriff Jim
With fistic fun and my big six-gun
I buys the town from him
For a whoop and a holler and a counterfeit dollar
Then I ask for a bill of sale
But my face turned red when the contract said just thirty days in jail
Singin' Hi-ho lad don't you make me mad
I'm the devil's great grandson
And I'm doin' my best to tame the west
With my great big forty-four gun
(Light group harmony yodel again)
Where the greasewood bats wear
Stetson hats and the bad men all run free
Where they sold the jail at a bargain sale
That's the land for me
Where the desert ants wear buckskin pants and help me rule the land
With the ants and the bats and my two gats
I'll rule with an iron hand
Singin' Hi-ho lad don't you make me mad
I'm the devil's great grandson
And I'm doin' my best to tame the west
With my great big forty-four gun
(Only Roy Rogers STRONG yodeling, group harmony humming and ahhing along)