| 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-ho. |
| Well, Jackson made deals, a thief down to his heels,
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| Hello trail of tears.
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| The Smokies could hide a Cherokee bride,
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| Her brave was shot yesterday.
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| Oh, 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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| Mmm… hmm… m-m-mmm…
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| We know it’s not Caroline. |
| Your home is your home.
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| The range may be fine for some, but not in my eyes.
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| Home, home on the range, The Smokies always hide,
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| A Cherokee bride, but in her eyes, we know it’s not Caroline.
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| Eheay… heh… hee yeas, America, hee ha haha…
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| America, oh, who discovered your ass?
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| The white man came, «This land is my land, this is your land,» they sang.
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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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| And the skies are not cloudy all day.
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| And the skies are not cloudy all day. |