Written by Recorded by I was born a rover on the rhythmic range A rootin' tootin' terror and I never will change I sing a tune a day and travell all of the way
In rhythm Everything around me is a part of my song
They seem to want to follow as I ramble along The lazy hawk in the sky is even tempted to try My rhythm On the rhythm range (On the rhythm range) On the rhythm range (On the rhythm range) Everything is keepin' time to a sorta rhythmic rhyme
And rhythm Everytime a Sunday comes a Down beside the water hole I'm sure to be found
In rhythm
I'll be scrubin' and rubin' in a manner profound Water from a thousand feet is colder than air I always thought the Devil kept it warmer down there I guess it were to his path so I'll be takin' my bath In rhythm
On the rhythm range (On the rhythm range) On the rhythm range (On the rhythm range) Everything is keepin' time to a sort of rhythmic rhyme And rhythm I asked the prairie chicken when he started to scratch If sandy fleas and bumble bees could hatch a better hatch
He said the only thing found beneath this doggone ground Is rhythm He started into workin' with a pause of his head And then he turned around to me and here's what he said
I ain't a Got rhythm On the rhythm range (On the rhythm range)
On the rhythm range (On the rhythm range) Everything is keepin' time to a sort of rhythmic rhyme
And rhythm.
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