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Listen to the rhythm of the range
The reelin', rockin' rhythm of the range
You've heard the 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
The reelin', rockin' rhythm you can't change
Grandpa burned his crutches, he won't stay at home
Since this rural rhythm has got in his bones
And he's dancin' to the rhythm
Dancin' to the rhythm
Dancin' to the rhythm of the range
Listen to the rhythm of the range
The rootin', tootin' rhythm of the range
You've heard the cowhand's music and you've heard him sing
But have you seen that cowhand shoot a horsefly on the wing?
Shootin' to the rhythm of the range
Shot for shot is always fair exchange
Now in the land of cattle, a six-gun is law
And you get a medal if you shoot your mother-in-law
So keep shootin' to the rhythm
Shootin' to the rhythm
Shootin' to the rhythm of the range
Listen to the rhythm of the range
The rockin', rollin' rhythm of the range
There's rhythm in the wind and the wavin' corn
Grandpa sleeps in rhythm, yes, he snores just like a horn
Listen to the rhythm of the range
The rockin', rollin' rhythm you can't change
The old chuck wagon rhythm starts about noon
Then you'll hear those cowhands sippin' soup very soon
And there's music to the rhythm
Music to the rhythm
Music to the rhythm of the range