Home On The Range

By Carl O. Cooper

I got a 10 gallon hat,

And a horse named Old Blaze.

And 10 thousand acres

For my cattle to graze.

And a river runs through it

And cuts it in two.

And the land runs forever

And the sky is so blue.

I got an oil well that’s pumping

And it’s pumping black gold.

I have a race horse that’s healthy

And she’ll soon have a foal.

When I look in the distance

I see the mountains are white.

I think Old Blaze could make it

In a day and a night.

Now I long for the freedom.

And the stories I’d tell.

If Old Blaze could just take me

To that far mountain trail.

I know I’m not happy

‘Cause something’s not right.

I long for the distance

Where the eagles take flight

I know someday I’ll make it

But the time is not now.

I long for that freedom

But I just don’t know how.

If things come together

And in just the right way.

I’ll mount up on Old Blaze

And we’ll just ride away.

I can still see the freedom

It’s just over that hill.

And someday I’ll find it

I know that I will.

Note; Can be sung to the tune of

Mockingbird Hill