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 Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com