6 6 7 -8 8 Oh, give me a home 7 -7 -6 -9 -9 -9 where the buf-fa-lo roam, 8 -9 9 7 7 7 -7 7 -8 Where the deer and the an-te-lope play 6 6 7 -8 8 7 -7 -6 -9 -9 -9 Where sel-dom is heard a dis-cour-a-ging word, -9 -9 8 -8 7 -7 7 -8 7 And the skies are not cloud-y all day. 9 -9 8 -8 8 Home, home on the range, 6 6 7 7 7 7 -7 7 -8 Where the deer and the an-te-lope play. 6 6 7 -8 8 7 -7 -6 -9 -9 -9 Where sel-dom is heard a dis-cour-a-ging word, -9 -9 8 -8 7 -7 7 -8 7 And the skies are not cloud-y all day. Where the air is so pure, the zephyrs so free, And the breezes so balmy and light. Then I would not exchange my home on the range For all of your cities so bright. The red man was pressed from this part of the West, And he's likely no more to return To the banks of Red River, where seldom, if ever Their flickering campfires burn. How often at night when the heavens are bright, With the light from the glitering stars, dHere I stood there amazed, and asked as I gazed, If their glory exceeds that of ours. I love the wild flowers in this dear land of ours, And the curlew I love to hear scream. I love the wild rocks and the antelope flocks, That graze on the mountaintops green. Oh give me a land where the bright diamond sand, Flows leisurely down the stream. Where the graceful white swan goes sliding along, Like a maid in a heavenly dream.