Rythm of the Range - Gene Autry

Listen to that rhythm of the range

Realin' rockin' rhythm of the range

You’ve heard that old bazooka

And the king of jazz

But have you felt the tickle that this range rhythm has?

Dancin' to the rhythm of the range

Realin' rockin' rhythm you can’t change

Grandpa burned his crutches and won’t stay at home

Since this rhythm has got in his bones

And he’s dancin' to the rhythm, dancin' to the rhythm

Dancin' to the rhythm of the range

Oh, listen to that rhythm of the range

Rootin' tootin' rhythm of the range

You’ve heard the cow hands music

And you’ve heard him sing

But have you seen that cow hand shoot a horse fly on the wing

Shootin' to the rhythm of the range

Shots were shot is always fair exchange

In the land of cattle the six gun is law

And you get a medal if you shoot your mother-in-law

So keep shootin' to the rhythm

Rootin' tootin' rythym

Shootin' to the rhythm of the range

Play it boys

Oh, listen to the rhythm of the range

Rockin' rollin' rhythm of the range

There’s rhythm in the wind and the wavin' corn

And grandpa sleeps in rhythm, yes he snores just like a horn

Listen to that rhythm of the range

Rockin' rollin' rhythm you can’t change

No chuck wagon rhythm starts about noon

And you hear the cow hand sippin'

And there’s music to their rhythm

Rootin' tootin' rhythm

Music to their rhythm of the range