Letras de Rhythm of the Range

Listen to that rhythm of the range
Reeling, rocking rhythm of the range
You′ve heard that old bazooka and the king of jazz
But have you felt the tickle that this range rhythm has?
Dancing to the rhythm of the range
Reeling, rocking rhythm you can't change
Grandpa burned his crutches and won′t stay at home
Since this rural rhythm has got in his bones

And he's dancing to the rhythm
Dancing to the rhythm
Dancing to the rhythm of the range

Oh, listen to that rhythm of the range
Rooting, tooting rhythm of the range
You've heard the cowhand′s music and you′ve heard him sing
But have you seen that cowhand shoot a horsefly on the wing?
Shooting to the rhythm of the range
Shot for shot is always fair exchange
In the land of cattle the sixgun is law
And you get a medal if you shoot your mother-in-law

So keep shooting to the rhythm
Rooting, tooting rhythm
Shooting to the rhythm of the range

Play it boys

Oh, listen to the rhythm of the range
Rocking, rolling rhythm of the range
There's rhythm in the wind and the waving corn
And grandpa sleeps in rhythm, yes he snores just like a horn
Listen to that rhythm of the range
Rocking, rolling rhythm you can′t change
The old chuck wagon rhythm starts about noon
And you hear the cowhands sipping soup very soon

And there's music to their rhythm
Rooting, tooting rhythm
Music to their rhythm of the range