Hank Snow On The Rhythm Range lyrics

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 travel 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

Every time 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