Home on the Range - Tori Amos

Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam,

Where the deer and the antelope play,

Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,

And the skies are not cloudy all day.

Home, home on the range,

Where the deer and the antelope play,

Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,

And the skies are not cloudy all day.

Oh-ho.

Well, Jackson made deals, a thief down to his heels,

Hello trail of tears.

The Smokies could hide a Cherokee bride,

Her brave was shot yesterday.

Oh, home, home on the range,

Where the deer and the antelope play,

Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,

And the skies are not cloudy all day.

Mmm… hmm… m-m-mmm…

We know it’s not Caroline.

Your home is your home.

The range may be fine for some, but not in my eyes.

Home, home on the range, The Smokies always hide,

A Cherokee bride, but in her eyes, we know it’s not Caroline.

Eheay… heh… hee yeas, America, hee ha haha…

America, oh, who discovered your ass?

The white man came, «This land is my land, this is your land,» they sang.

Home, home on the range,

Where the deer and the antelope play,

Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,

And the skies are not cloudy all day.

And the skies are not cloudy all day.

And the skies are not cloudy all day.