G | C | |
Oh, g | ive me a home where the b | uffalo roam |
G | A7 | D7 | |
And the d | eer and the | antelope pl | ay |
G | C | |
Where s | eldom is heard a disc | ouraging word |
G | D7 | G | |
And the sk | ies are not cl | oudy all d | ay |
D7 | G | |
H | ome, home on the r | ange |
A7 | D7 | |
Where the deer and the | antelope pl | ay |
G | C | |
Where s | eldom is heard a disc | ouraging word |
G | D7 | G | |
And the sk | ies are not cl | oudy all d | ay |
G | C | |
How | often at night, when the h | eavens are bright |
G | A7 | D7 | |
With the l | ight from the gl | ittering st | ars |
G | C | |
Have I st | ood there amazed and | asked as I gazed |
G | D7 | G | |
If their gl | ory exc | eeds that of | ours |
D7 | G | |
H | ome, home on the r | ange |
A7 | D7 | |
Where the deer and the | antelope pl | ay |
G | C | |
Where s | eldom is heard a disc | ouraging word |
G | D7 | G | |
And the sk | ies are not cl | oudy all d | ay |