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.. .
As I, walked out in the streets of Laredo.. As I, walked out in Laredo one day,. I spied a young cowboy all wrapped in white linen,. Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay..
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.
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo,. As I walked out in Laredo one day,. I spied a young cowboy wrapped up in white linen,. Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay..
(Home 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.
I was hanging round town, just spending my time. Being out of a job and not earning a dime. A fellow walks up and he says, "I suppose. You're a bronc rider, from the looks of your clothes".
(Where seldom is heard a discouraging word and the skies are not cloudy all day). Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam and the deer and the antelope play.