Ryan James Home on the Range Lyrics

I wanna wear a bandana on my neck
And my boots on the outside of my jeans
I wanna sing just like Roy Rogers
On the biggest horse your eyes have ever seen

I wanna rescue a damsel in distress
Just the way Matt Dillon used to do
Or I could wear a black mask upon my face
And cut the letter 'Z' right into you

And live the law of the plains
With nothing left to lose and nothing here to gain
Sipping whiskey with John Wayne
Rolling cigarettes and telling stories 'round an open flame
Home on the range

I'd make fun of Sugar Foot for drinking sarsaparilla
But man he had the quickest gun in the west
I'd go and find a Tonto for my right
And the Cisco Kid on my left

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I wanna ride off into the sunset
When the bad guy's caught and the day comes to an end
I wanna lay beneath the stars with my hat over my face
And tomorrow, I'd do it all again

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