Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam
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Where the deer and the antelope play
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Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
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And the skies are not cloudy all day
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Home, home on the range
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Where the deer and the antelope play
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Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
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And the skies are not cloudy all day
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Oh give me a land where the bright diamond sand
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Flows leisurely down the stream
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Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along
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Like a maid in a heavenly dream
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Home, home on the range
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Where the deer and the antelope play
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Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
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And the skies are not cloudy all day
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Oh often at night, when the heavens are bright
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From the light of the glittering stars
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Have I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed
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If their glory exceeds that of ours
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Home, home on the range
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Where the deer and the antelope play
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Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
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And the skies are not cloudy all day
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Home On The Range
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| Nickel Creek |
