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    Home on the Range

    Music by Daniel E. Kelley


    Words by Brewster M. Higley
    Arranged by Matthew Sabatella

    G C
    #3 œ œ ˙
    & 4œ œ œ ˙ œ œ œ œ
    œ œ
    Oh, give me a home where the buf - fa - lo roam, where the

    G A7 D7
    # -˙
    & œ œ œ œ œ ˙™ Ó
    œ
    deer and the an - te - lope play. Where

    G C
    # œ œ ˙ œ œ
    & œ œ œ ˙ œ œ œ
    sel - dom is heard a dis - cour - ag - ing - word, and the

    G D7 G
    # Ϫ j
    & œ œ œ œ œ ˙™ Ó Œ
    skies are not cloud - y all day.

    chorus
    D7 G
    # ˙™ j
    & œ œ™ œ ˙™ Ó
    œ œ
    Home, home on the range, where the

    Copyright © 2021 by PHUONG BOULEVARD


    phuongboulevard@gmail.com
    2

    E‹ A7 D7
    #
    & ˙ œ œ œ œ œ ˙™ Ó
    œ
    deer and the an - tel - ope play. Where

    G C
    # œ œ ˙ œ œ
    & œ œ œ ˙ œ œ œ
    sel - dom is heard a dis - cour - ag - ing word, and the

    G D7 G
    # Ϫ j
    & œ œ œ œ œ ˙™ ˙™
    skies are not cloud - y all day.

    Additional verses:

    Where the air is so pure, the zephyrs so free


    The breezes so balmy and light
    That I would not exchange my home on the range
    For all of the cities so bright

    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 a heavenly dream

    Oh, I love these wild flowers in this dear land of ours


    The curlew I love to hear scream
    And I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks
    That graze on the mountain tops green

    How often at night when the heavens are bright


    With the light of the glittering stars
    Have I stood here amazed and asked as I gazed
    If their glory exceeds that of ours

    Copyright © 2021 by PHUONG BOULEVARD


    phuongboulevard@gmail.com

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