Lyrics On the Rhythm Range - Sons of the Pioneers

I was born a rover on the rhythmic range
A-rootin', tootin' terror and I never will change
Sing a tune to the day and travel all of the way
In rhythm (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
Everything is keepin' time to a sorta rhythmic rhyme
And rhythm

Every time a Sunday comes a-rollin' around
Down beside the water where I'm sure to be found
I'll be scrubbin' and a rubbin' in a manner profound
In rhythm (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
Everything is keepin' time to a sorta rhythmic rhyme
And rhythm

I asked the prairie chicken when he started to scratch
If sandy fleas and bumble bees could hatch a better batch
He said, "the only thing found in this dog gone ground
Is rhythm" (Rhythm)

He started in to workin' with a pause of his head
And then he turned around to me and here's what he said
"I ain't diggin' for gold, but when I'm scratching, my soul's
Got rhythm"

On the rhythm range
On the rhythm range
Everything is keepin' time to a sorta rhythmic rhyme
And rhythm

On the rhythm range
On the rhythm range
Everything is keepin' time to a sorta rhythmic rhyme
And rhythm

On the rhythm range