On the Rhythm Range

Hank Snow · The Singing Ranger, Vol. 3 [Bear Family (Germany)] [1994]

(Bob Nolan)



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 travell 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

Everything is keepin' time

To a sorta rhythmic rhyme, and rhythm.



Everytime a Sunday comes a rolling 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

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 hatch

He said the only thing found beneath this doggone ground is rhythm

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

Everything is keepin' time

To a sorta rhythmic rhyme, and rhythm...