Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam
And 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
(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
I was born under a wandrin' star,
I was born under a wandrin' star.
Wheels are made for turnin'
Mules are made to pack.
I've never seen a sight that didn't look better looking back.
I was born under a wandrin' star.
Mud can make you prisoner, and the plains can bake you dry.
Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry.
Home is made for comin' from, for dreams of goin' to,
Which with any luck will never come true.
I was born under a wandrin' star,
I was born under a wandrin' star.
Do I know where hell is? Hell is in hello.
Heaven is in goodbye for ever, it's time for me to go.
I was born under a wandrin' star,
A wandrin' wandrin' star,
A wandrin' wandrin' star.
I'm headin' for the last roundup
Gonna saddle old Paint for the last time and ride
So long old pal, it's time your tears were dried
I'm headin' for the last roundup.
Git along little doggie, git along little doggie,
Git along little doggie, git along
Git along little doggie, git along little doggie,
Git along little doggie, git along
I'm heading for the last roundup
To the far away ranch of the Boss in the sky
Where the strays are counted and branded there go I
I'm heading for the last roundup
I'm heading for the last roundup.