I was born a rover
On the rhythmic range
A rootin' tootin' terror
And I never will change
I sing a tune a day
And travel all of the way
In rhythm
Everything around me
Is a part of my song
They seem to want to follow
As I ramble along
The lazy hawk in the sky
Is even tempted to try
My rhythm
On the rhythm range
(On the rhythm range)
On the rhythm range
(On the rhythm range)
Everything is keepin' time
To a sorta rhythmic rhyme
And rhythm
Every time a Sunday
Comes a-rollin' around
Down beside the water hole
I'm sure to be found
I'll be scrubin' and rubin'
In a manner profound
In rhythm
Water from a thousand feet
Is colder than air
I always thought the devil
Kept it warmer down there
I guess it were to his path
So I'll be takin' my bath
In rhythm
On the rhythm range
(On the rhythm range)
On the rhythm range
(On the rhythm range)
Everything is keepin' time
To a sort of rhythmic rhyme
And rhythm
I asked the prairie chicken
When he started to scratch
If sandy fleas and bumble bees
Could hatch a better hatch
He said, ââ¬Â½The only thing found
Beneath this doggone ground
Is rhythmââ¬Â
He started into workin'
With a pause of his head
And then he turned around to me
And here's what he said
I ain't a-diggin' for gold
But when I'm scratchin' my soul
Got rhythm
On the rhythm range
(On the rhythm range)
On the rhythm range
(On the rhythm range)
Everything is keepin' time
To a sort of rhythmic rhyme
And rhythm
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- Miscellaneous
- The Singing Ranger Vol. 4
- Gospel Train
- When Tragedy Struck
- Hank Snow Sings Sacred Songs
- Country & Western Jamboree
- Old Doc Brown and Other Narrations by Hank Snow
- Hank Snow Salutes Jimmie Rodgers
- Country Classics
- Hank Snow Sings
- Legend Of Old Doc Brown
- Songs Of Tragedy
- Souvenirs
- Hello Love
- When My Blue Moon Turns To Gold
- The Jimmie Rodgers Story
- The Singing Ranger Vol. 3
- Hits Hits And More Hits
- Spanish Fire Ball And Other Great Hank Snow Stylin
- The Singing Ranger