Hank Snow – On the Rhythm Range

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 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-rollin’ around

Down beside the water hole I’m sure to be found

I’ll be scrubin’ and rubin’ in a manner profound

In rhythm

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-diggin’ for gold but when I’m scratchin’ my soul

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