Written by - Bob Nolan Recorded by - Hank Snow I was born a rover on the rhythmic range A rootin' tootin' terror and I never will change I sing a tune
Out in the land where the men are tough as cactus, Out in the land where the wild, wild west was won, Out in the land of the desperado, If yer as soft
Out in the land where the heroes meet their makers, Out in the land where the hale and hardy fall, Out where the fearless get the shudders, Justice is
[JD] What what happened to the girl I used to know What what happened to the girl I used to know [1 - Jagged Edge] You've changed You're not the girl
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
The old man used to dream of the fortune he'd seek Now he lives in the room where you pay by the week His hands're all bothered and his pony's gone lame
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
VERSE 1. There ain't no way to tell a man why a river flows, Or how a diamond can be born out of busted coal. There ain't a word that I can find to describe
Riches and roads bring brigands hither Riches and roads bring brigands bold Brigands deck their ears with hoops of silver Brigands [Incomprehensible]
I said, let's go, move 'em out Whole world's waitin, andiamo I swear to God, last night Heard a beckon at my window Sayin', "Goodbye Bedford, fat man
Tantos momentos de felicidad tanta claridad, tanta fantasia tanta pasion, tanta imaginacion y tanto dar amor hasta llegar el dia tantas maneras de decir
It?s good to be me, It?s good to be you Cause we both got somethin? That we both gonna do It?s good to be rich, And It?s alright to be poor Cause at
nella vita comunque paghi per le scelte sbagliate per quelle occasioni mancate che non ti fanno dormire ma ti sanno ferire con ostinazione attraverso
Han fucilato ieri un professore e tutti i suoi pensieri l'esecuzione si e estesa a tutte le vecchie Lucie disoccupate senza piu rami di laghi o manie
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