Home on the Range Songtext
von Slim Whitman

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

How often at night when the heavens are bright
With a light of the glittering 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

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

I wouldn′t exchange my home on the range
For all of their sins out there