Home on the Waste

Oh, give me a home where the bighorners roam.
Where the mole rat and the fire gecko play.
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And my skin is not glowing all day.

Home, home on the wastes,
Where the mole rat and the fire gecko play.
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And my skin is not glowing all day.

Where the rads ain't too high, the water's not bad,
The radscorps are playful and mild.
Oh, I would not exchange this home on the wastes,
For all the big cities so wild.

Home, home on the wastes.
Where the Master's great armies once played.
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And my rads are not rising all day.

Home, home on the wastes,
Where the mole rat and the fire gecko play.
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And my skin is not glowing all day.

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Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam,

Where the deer and the antelope play,

Where seldom is heard a discouraging word

And the skies are not cloudy all day.

Chorus

Home, home on the range,

Where the deer and the antelope play;

Where seldom is heard a discouraging word

And the skies are not cloudy all day.

Where the air is so pure, the zephyrs so free,

The breezes so balmy and light,

That I would not exchange my home on the range

For all of the cities so bright.

Chorus

The red man* was pressed from this part of the West

He's likely no more to return,

To the banks of Red River where seldom if ever

Their flickering camp-fires burn.

Chorus

How often at night when the heavens are bright

With the light from the glittering stars

Have I stood here amazed and asked as I gazed

If their glory exceeds that of ours.

Chorus

Oh, I love these wild prairies where I roam

The curlew I love to hear scream,

And I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks

That graze on the mountain-tops green.

Chorus

Oh, give me a land where the bright diamond sand

Flows leisurely down the stream;

Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along

Like a maid in a heavenly dream.

Chorus