Singing a song called "HOME, HOME ON THE RANGE"
As I ride the trail, towards home
Meet up with Joe, as I pass
A house on the hill and a lass
Now, Joe looks at this Lass, as we pass
Thinking, good lord, I’m nothing but trash
So forget this lass, as I pass
For the one simple reason I’m trash

"WHERE THE DEER AND THE ANTELOPE PLAY"
Joe!!, said I for a reason
Go home and change, to clothes of the season
If you do what I say, she may stay
And then, you may marry her someday

"WHERE NEVER IS HEARD A DISCOURAGING WORD"
Are you singing that song, ‘cause you know
That people around here, won’t throw
Tomatoes, lettuce and cabbages at you
As you pass by on this trail, do you?
No, I know that people are kind
Generous, loving and sublime
So, whatever you say and whatever you do
Means nothing, to this singing buckaroo

"AND THE CLOUDS ARE NOT CLOUDY ALL DAY"
Can, you please lower the sound
There’s bears, snakes and squirrels around
They may think, as they listen to you
That. the end of the world’s, about due

"HOME, HOME ON THE RANGE"
Joe, let me tell you something about me
Singing, runs in my family you see
If I cannot sing songs, loud and jolly
Bears, snakes and squirrels, are apt to say by golly
The end of the world, must be near
‘cause Steve’s not singing, loud and clear Ok Joe, you done hurt my feelings
Insults, have sent my head to reeling
I’m through and you know you’ve done wrong
But tomorrow, I’ll come back just as strong

"WHERE NEVER IS HEARD, A DISCOURAGING WORD"
"AND THE SKIES ARE NOT CLOUDY ALL DAY"