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Rocky Mountain Holiday

November 1982
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Side One
  1. Hey Old Pal

    Hey Old Pal

    Hey old pal
    How’ve you been doing
    I’m really not foolin’
    I’m so glad to see you
    Hey old pal
    My life’s been kind of crazy
    I’m ready to be lazy
    Hangin’ around with you

    Well even in the very, very worst of times
    There’s one thing that I know
    The way to guarantee
    A little peace of mind
    Is a walk in the woods
    A friend by your side
    And here we go

    Hey old pal
    It’s great to be here with you
    The thing I’d like to give you
    Is a real good time
    Hey old pal
    I really can’t believe it
    But now that you can see it
    It looks just fine

    What a chance to play and sing
    And have some fun
    The day should never end
    This will be a rocky mountain holiday
    With you and me
    And all we can see
    And all of our friends

    Hey old pal
    We must be daydreamin’
    At least the things we’re seein’
    Are a dream come true
    Hey there gang
    It’s great to be together
    It just keeps gettin’ better
    I can promise you

    This is going to be
    The very best of times
    And we will make it so
    No more hustle and bustle
    And no more telephone lines
    And now that we’re here
    Let’s grab all our gear
    And off we go

  2. Grandma’s Feather Bed

    Grandma’s Feather Bed

    When I was a little bitty boy, just up off a floor,
    we used to go down to Grandma’s house every month end or so.
    We’d have chicken pie and country ham, homemade butter on the bread.
    But the best darn thing about Grandma’s house was her great big feather bed.
    It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
    It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese,
    took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.
    It’d hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed.
    We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.

    After supper we’d sit around the fire, the old folks would spit and chew.
    Pa would talk about the farm and the war, and Granny’d sing a ballad or two.
    I’d sit and listen and watch the fire till the cobwebs filled my head,
    next thing I’d know I’d wake up in the morning
    in the middle of the old feather bed.

    It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
    It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese,
    took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.
    It’d hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed.
    We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.

    Well I love my Ma, I love my Pa, I love Granny and Grandpa too.
    I been fishing with my uncle, I ras’led with my cousin, I even kissed Aunt Lou, eww!
    But if I ever had to make a choice, I guess it oughta be said
    that I’d trade ’em all plus the gal down the road for Grandma’s feather bed.
    I’d trade ’em all plus the gal down the road…
    I’ll have to reconsider ’bout the gal down the road…

    It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
    It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese,
    took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.
    It’d hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed.
    We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.
    We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.

    (written by Connor)

  3. She’ll Be Comin’ ‘Round the Mountain

    She’ll Be Comin’ ‘Round the Mountain

    She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain

    When she comes, Yoohoo!

    She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain
    When she comes, Yoohoo!
    She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain,

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    She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain,
    She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain
    When she comes, Yoohoo!

    She’ll be scolding her hair stylist

    When she comes, will you please!

    She’ll be scolding her hair stylist
    When she comes, will you please!
    She’ll be scolding her hair stylist
    With some language that’s the vilist
    She’ll be scolding her hair stylist
    When she comes, will you please! Yoohoo!

    She’ll be followed by her fan club

    When she comes, Yeah!, Miss Piggy!

    She’ll be followed by her fan club
    When she comes, Yeah!, Miss Piggy!
    She’ll be followed by her fan club
    And the local Superman club
    She’ll be followed by her fan club
    When she comes

    Yeah! Miss Piggy! Will you please! Yoo hoo!

    She’ll be towing her string section

    When she comes, more violins!

    She’ll be towing her string section
    When she comes, more violins!
    She’ll be towing her string section
    While they play her pet selection
    She’ll be towing her string section
    When she comes

    More violins! Yeah! Miss Piggy!

    Will you please! Yoo hoo!

    She’ll be hounded by photographers

    When she comes, say cheese!

    She’ll be hounded by photographers
    When she comes, say cheese!
    She’ll be hounded by photographers
    Secretaries and stenographers
    She’ll be hounded by photographers
    When she comes, say cheese! More violins!

    Yeah! Mis Piggy! Will you please! Yoo Hoo!

    She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain

    When she comes, when she comes

    She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain
    When she comes, when she comes
    She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain
    She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain
    She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain
    When she comes

  4. Catch Another Butterfly

    Catch Another Butterfly

    Do you remember days
    Not so very long ago,
    When the world was run by people
    Twice your size?
    And the days were full of laughter
    And the nights were full of stars,
    And when you grew tired
    You could close your eyes.

    Yes, the stars were there for wishing
    And the wind was there for kites,
    And the morning sun was there
    For rise and shine.
    And even if the sniffles
    Kept you home from school in bed,
    You couldn’t hardly stay there
    After nine

    And I wonder if the smell of morning’s faded,
    What happened to the robin’s song
    That sparkled in the sky?
    Where’s all the water gone
    That tumbled down the stream?
    Will I ever catch another butterfly?

    Do you remember campouts right in your own backyard
    Wondering how airplanes could fly?
    And the hours spent just playing
    With a funny rock you found
    With crystal specks as blue as all the sky.

    And I wonder if the smell of morning’s faded,
    What happened to the robin’s song
    That sparkled in the sky?
    Where’s all the water gone
    That tumbled down the stream?
    Will I ever catch another butterfly?

    Now I watch my son,
    He’s playing with his toys,
    He’s happy, I give him all I can.
    But I can’t help feeling
    Just a little tingly inside
    When I hear him say he wants to be a man.

    And I wonder if the smell of morning’s faded,
    What happened to the robin’s song
    That sparkled in the sky?
    Where’s all the water gone that tumbled down the stream?
    Will I ever catch another butterfly?

    (written by Mike Williams)

  5. Down by the Old Mill Stream

    Down by the Old Mill Stream

    Down by the old (not the new but the old)
    Mill stream (not the river but the stream),
    Where I first (not the last but the first)
    Met you. (Not me but you.)
    With your eyes (not your ears, but your eyes)
    Of blue (not green, but blue).
    Dressed in ging- (not silk but ging-) -ham too. (Not one but two.)

    And it was there (not here, but there),
    I knew (not old, but new)
    That you loved (not hate, but loved)
    Me too. (Not one but two.)

    You were sixteen (not seventeen, but sixteen)
    My village queen! (Not the king, but the queen).
    Down by the old (not the new, but the old),
    Mill stream (not the river, but the stream).

  6. Durango Mountain Caballero

    Durango Mountain Caballero

    You know I love the trail I’m on
    And the friends who ride with me
    The country that we’re passing through
    Is a paradise to see, a haven for my spirit
    The homeland of my dreams
    My heart flies through the wilderness
    And on an eagle’s wings
    And oh I love the waterfall
    And the way the river sings
    From snow-capped peaks both proud and tall
    Through forests deep and green
    The highway of the mountains
    The lifeblood of the land
    I can hear my mother speak to me
    And hold my father’s hand

    Durango Mountain caballero
    Take me for a ride
    On the backbone of this mighty land
    The Continental Divide
    To the place where earth and heaven
    Meet the mountains and the sky
    In the heart of Colorado, Rocky Mountain High

    And oh I love the campfire
    And the circle that I’m in
    The stories and the laughter
    They should never, ever end
    Forever in my memory
    Forever in my song
    On a San Juan mountain trail ride
    I’ll carry you along

  7. Gone Fishin’

    Gone Fishin’

    Gone fishin’
    There’s a sign upon your door
    Gone fishin’
    I ain’t workin’ anymore
    There’s a hoe out in the sun
    Where you left a row half done
    I said “Hoe-in’ ain’t no fun”
    You ain’t got no ambition
    Gone fishin’ – by a shady, wady pool
    Gone fishin’, – man, you really play it cool
    We don’t wish to be annoyed, Mister John,
    And Mister Floyd, we’re fishin’
    Instead of just a-wishin’
    We’re fishin’ instead of just a-wishin’
    Oh, yeah!

Side Two
  1. Medley: Tumbling Tumbleweeds; Happy trails

    Medley: Tumbling Tumbleweeds; Happy trails

    (Drifting along with a tumbling tumbleweeds)
    See them tumbling down pledging their love to the ground
    Lonely but free I’ll be found drifting along with a tumbling tumbleweeds
    Cares of the past are behind nowhere to go but I’ll find
    Just where the trail will wind drifitng along with a tumbling tumbleweeds
    I know when night has gone that a new world’s born at dawn
    I’ll keep rolling along deep in my heart is a song
    Here on the range I belong drifting along with a tumbling tumbleweeds
    (I’m a roving cowboy riding all day long tumbleweeds around me sing their lonely song)
    Nights underneath the prairie moon I’ll ride along and sing a tune I’ll keep rolling along deep in my heart is a song
    Here on the range I belong drifting along with a tumbling tumbleweeds
    (Drifting along with a tumbling tumbleweeds)

    Happy trails to you, until we meet again.
    Happy trails to you, keep smiling until then.
    Who cares about the clouds if we’re together,
    Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather.
    Happy trails to you, ’til we meet again.

  2. Poems, Prayers & Promises

    Poems, Prayers & Promises

    I’ve been lately thinking about my life’s time, all the things I’ve done and how it’s been.
    And I can’t help believing in my own mind, I know I’m gonna hate to see it end.
    I’ve seen a lot of sunshine, slept out in the rain, spent a night or two all on my own.
    I’ve known my lady’s pleasures, had myself some friends, spent a time or two in my own home.

    I have to say it now, it’s been good life all in all, it’s really fine to have a chance to hang around.
    and lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire
    while all my friends and my old lady sit and pass a pipe around.
    And talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in.
    How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care.
    How long it’s been since yesterday, what about tomorrow
    and what about our dreams and all the memories we share?

    Days they pass so quickly now, the nights are seldom long.
    Time around me whispers when it’s cold.
    The changes somehow frightens me, still I have to smile. It turns me on to think of growing old.
    For though my life’s been good to me there’s still so much to do.
    So many things my mind has never known.
    I’d like to raise a family, I’d like to sail away and dance across the mountains on the moon.

    I have to say it now, it’s been good life all in all, it’s really fine to have a chance to hang around.
    and lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire
    while all my friends and my old lady sit and pass a pipe around.
    And talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in.
    How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care.
    How long it’s been since yesterday, what about tomorrow
    and what about our dreams and all the memories we share?

  3. Take ‘Em Away
  4. Going Camping

    Going Camping

    I got my gear in my pack
    I got my pack on my back
    Today’s the day I’m going camping

    Just got the go ahead sign
    The weather’s gonna be fine
    Today’s the day I’m going camping
    I’m gonna pitch me a tent

    Won’t have to pay any rent
    It looks like ev’rything is “A O.K.”
    As far as I can see
    I think it’s gonna be a perfect camping day

    The trees and animals
    And clear blue skies
    A waterfall comes tumbling right before my eyes

    Birds that fly
    Above a mountain stream
    It’s absolutely perfect better than a dream
    Peace and quiet

    Where the Good Lord smiled
    Fields and fields of flowers growing wild
    This is just where I belong
    I’m a Mother Nature’s child

    It’s time to hit the trail
    To hit the hill and dale
    Oh, I love hiking in the mountains

    It’s great to reach the snow
    And see the world below
    Oh, I love hiking in the mountains
    Each time we stop to eat

    We get to rest our feet
    And we’ll make it if we take slow
    ‘Cause the best way to climb
    Is one step at a time and hiking is the only way to go

    I got my gear in my pack
    The trees and animals
    It’s time to hit the trail

    I got my pack on my back
    And clear blue skies
    To hit the hill and dale

    Today’s the day I’m going camping
    A waterfall comes tumbling right before my eyes
    Oh, I love hiking in the mountains

    Just got the go ahead sign
    Birds that fly
    It’s great to reach the snow

    The weather’s gonna be fine
    Above a mountain stream
    And see the world below

    Today’s the day I’m goin’ camping
    It’s absolutely perfect better than a dream
    Oh, I love hiking in the mountains

    I’m gonna pitch me a tent
    Peace and quiet
    Each time we stop to eat

    Have to pay any rent
    Where the Good Lord smiled
    We get to rest our feet

    It looks like ev’rything is “AO.K.”
    Fields and fields of flowers growing wild
    And we’ll make it if we take it slow

    As far as I can see
    This is
    ‘Cause the best way to climb

    I think it’s gonna be
    Just where I belong
    Is one step at a time

    A perfect camping day
    I’m a mother Nature’s child
    And hiking is the only way to go

  5. Home on the Range

    Home on the Range

    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

    Home, home on the range
    Where the deer and the antelope play

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    Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
    And the skies are not cloudy all day

    The red man was pressed from this part of the west
    It’s not likely he’ll ever return
    To the banks of Red River where seldom if ever
    His flickering campfires still burn

    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

    How often at night when the heavens are bright
    I see the light of those flickering stars
    Have I laid there amazed and asked as I gazed
    If their glory exceeds that of love

    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

    (written by Higley/Kelley/Guion)

  6. No One Like You

    No One Like You

    I like your eyes.
    I like your nose.
    I like your mouth.
    Your ears, your hands, your toes.

    I like you face.
    It’s really you.
    I like the things you say and do.
    There’s not a single soul
    Who sees the skies
    The way you see them.
    Through your eyes.
    And aren’t you glad.
    You should be glad.
    There’s no one, no one
    Exactly like you.

Side One
  1. Hey Old Pal

    Hey Old Pal

    Hey old pal
    How’ve you been doing
    I’m really not foolin’
    I’m so glad to see you
    Hey old pal
    My life’s been kind of crazy
    I’m ready to be lazy
    Hangin’ around with you

    Well even in the very, very worst of times
    There’s one thing that I know
    The way to guarantee
    A little peace of mind
    Is a walk in the woods
    A friend by your side
    And here we go

    Hey old pal
    It’s great to be here with you
    The thing I’d like to give you
    Is a real good time
    Hey old pal
    I really can’t believe it
    But now that you can see it
    It looks just fine

    What a chance to play and sing
    And have some fun
    The day should never end
    This will be a rocky mountain holiday
    With you and me
    And all we can see
    And all of our friends

    Hey old pal
    We must be daydreamin’
    At least the things we’re seein’
    Are a dream come true
    Hey there gang
    It’s great to be together
    It just keeps gettin’ better
    I can promise you

    This is going to be
    The very best of times
    And we will make it so
    No more hustle and bustle
    And no more telephone lines
    And now that we’re here
    Let’s grab all our gear
    And off we go

  2. Grandma’s Feather Bed

    Grandma’s Feather Bed

    When I was a little bitty boy, just up off a floor,
    we used to go down to Grandma’s house every month end or so.
    We’d have chicken pie and country ham, homemade butter on the bread.
    But the best darn thing about Grandma’s house was her great big feather bed.
    It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
    It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese,
    took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.
    It’d hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed.
    We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.

    After supper we’d sit around the fire, the old folks would spit and chew.
    Pa would talk about the farm and the war, and Granny’d sing a ballad or two.
    I’d sit and listen and watch the fire till the cobwebs filled my head,
    next thing I’d know I’d wake up in the morning
    in the middle of the old feather bed.

    It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
    It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese,
    took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.
    It’d hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed.
    We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.

    Well I love my Ma, I love my Pa, I love Granny and Grandpa too.
    I been fishing with my uncle, I ras’led with my cousin, I even kissed Aunt Lou, eww!
    But if I ever had to make a choice, I guess it oughta be said
    that I’d trade ’em all plus the gal down the road for Grandma’s feather bed.
    I’d trade ’em all plus the gal down the road…
    I’ll have to reconsider ’bout the gal down the road…

    It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
    It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese,
    took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.
    It’d hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed.
    We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.
    We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.

    (written by Connor)

  3. She’ll Be Comin’ ‘Round the Mountain

    She’ll Be Comin’ ‘Round the Mountain

    She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain

    When she comes, Yoohoo!

    She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain
    When she comes, Yoohoo!
    She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain,

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    She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain,
    She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain
    When she comes, Yoohoo!

    She’ll be scolding her hair stylist

    When she comes, will you please!

    She’ll be scolding her hair stylist
    When she comes, will you please!
    She’ll be scolding her hair stylist
    With some language that’s the vilist
    She’ll be scolding her hair stylist
    When she comes, will you please! Yoohoo!

    She’ll be followed by her fan club

    When she comes, Yeah!, Miss Piggy!

    She’ll be followed by her fan club
    When she comes, Yeah!, Miss Piggy!
    She’ll be followed by her fan club
    And the local Superman club
    She’ll be followed by her fan club
    When she comes

    Yeah! Miss Piggy! Will you please! Yoo hoo!

    She’ll be towing her string section

    When she comes, more violins!

    She’ll be towing her string section
    When she comes, more violins!
    She’ll be towing her string section
    While they play her pet selection
    She’ll be towing her string section
    When she comes

    More violins! Yeah! Miss Piggy!

    Will you please! Yoo hoo!

    She’ll be hounded by photographers

    When she comes, say cheese!

    She’ll be hounded by photographers
    When she comes, say cheese!
    She’ll be hounded by photographers
    Secretaries and stenographers
    She’ll be hounded by photographers
    When she comes, say cheese! More violins!

    Yeah! Mis Piggy! Will you please! Yoo Hoo!

    She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain

    When she comes, when she comes

    She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain
    When she comes, when she comes
    She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain
    She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain
    She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain
    When she comes

  4. Catch Another Butterfly

    Catch Another Butterfly

    Do you remember days
    Not so very long ago,
    When the world was run by people
    Twice your size?
    And the days were full of laughter
    And the nights were full of stars,
    And when you grew tired
    You could close your eyes.

    Yes, the stars were there for wishing
    And the wind was there for kites,
    And the morning sun was there
    For rise and shine.
    And even if the sniffles
    Kept you home from school in bed,
    You couldn’t hardly stay there
    After nine

    And I wonder if the smell of morning’s faded,
    What happened to the robin’s song
    That sparkled in the sky?
    Where’s all the water gone
    That tumbled down the stream?
    Will I ever catch another butterfly?

    Do you remember campouts right in your own backyard
    Wondering how airplanes could fly?
    And the hours spent just playing
    With a funny rock you found
    With crystal specks as blue as all the sky.

    And I wonder if the smell of morning’s faded,
    What happened to the robin’s song
    That sparkled in the sky?
    Where’s all the water gone
    That tumbled down the stream?
    Will I ever catch another butterfly?

    Now I watch my son,
    He’s playing with his toys,
    He’s happy, I give him all I can.
    But I can’t help feeling
    Just a little tingly inside
    When I hear him say he wants to be a man.

    And I wonder if the smell of morning’s faded,
    What happened to the robin’s song
    That sparkled in the sky?
    Where’s all the water gone that tumbled down the stream?
    Will I ever catch another butterfly?

    (written by Mike Williams)

  5. Down by the Old Mill Stream

    Down by the Old Mill Stream

    Down by the old (not the new but the old)
    Mill stream (not the river but the stream),
    Where I first (not the last but the first)
    Met you. (Not me but you.)
    With your eyes (not your ears, but your eyes)
    Of blue (not green, but blue).
    Dressed in ging- (not silk but ging-) -ham too. (Not one but two.)

    And it was there (not here, but there),
    I knew (not old, but new)
    That you loved (not hate, but loved)
    Me too. (Not one but two.)

    You were sixteen (not seventeen, but sixteen)
    My village queen! (Not the king, but the queen).
    Down by the old (not the new, but the old),
    Mill stream (not the river, but the stream).

  6. Durango Mountain Caballero

    Durango Mountain Caballero

    You know I love the trail I’m on
    And the friends who ride with me
    The country that we’re passing through
    Is a paradise to see, a haven for my spirit
    The homeland of my dreams
    My heart flies through the wilderness
    And on an eagle’s wings
    And oh I love the waterfall
    And the way the river sings
    From snow-capped peaks both proud and tall
    Through forests deep and green
    The highway of the mountains
    The lifeblood of the land
    I can hear my mother speak to me
    And hold my father’s hand

    Durango Mountain caballero
    Take me for a ride
    On the backbone of this mighty land
    The Continental Divide
    To the place where earth and heaven
    Meet the mountains and the sky
    In the heart of Colorado, Rocky Mountain High

    And oh I love the campfire
    And the circle that I’m in
    The stories and the laughter
    They should never, ever end
    Forever in my memory
    Forever in my song
    On a San Juan mountain trail ride
    I’ll carry you along

  7. Gone Fishin’

    Gone Fishin’

    Gone fishin’
    There’s a sign upon your door
    Gone fishin’
    I ain’t workin’ anymore
    There’s a hoe out in the sun
    Where you left a row half done
    I said “Hoe-in’ ain’t no fun”
    You ain’t got no ambition
    Gone fishin’ – by a shady, wady pool
    Gone fishin’, – man, you really play it cool
    We don’t wish to be annoyed, Mister John,
    And Mister Floyd, we’re fishin’
    Instead of just a-wishin’
    We’re fishin’ instead of just a-wishin’
    Oh, yeah!

Side Two
  1. Medley: Tumbling Tumbleweeds; Happy trails

    Medley: Tumbling Tumbleweeds; Happy trails

    (Drifting along with a tumbling tumbleweeds)
    See them tumbling down pledging their love to the ground
    Lonely but free I’ll be found drifting along with a tumbling tumbleweeds
    Cares of the past are behind nowhere to go but I’ll find
    Just where the trail will wind drifitng along with a tumbling tumbleweeds
    I know when night has gone that a new world’s born at dawn
    I’ll keep rolling along deep in my heart is a song
    Here on the range I belong drifting along with a tumbling tumbleweeds
    (I’m a roving cowboy riding all day long tumbleweeds around me sing their lonely song)
    Nights underneath the prairie moon I’ll ride along and sing a tune I’ll keep rolling along deep in my heart is a song
    Here on the range I belong drifting along with a tumbling tumbleweeds
    (Drifting along with a tumbling tumbleweeds)

    Happy trails to you, until we meet again.
    Happy trails to you, keep smiling until then.
    Who cares about the clouds if we’re together,
    Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather.
    Happy trails to you, ’til we meet again.

  2. Poems, Prayers & Promises

    Poems, Prayers & Promises

    I’ve been lately thinking about my life’s time, all the things I’ve done and how it’s been.
    And I can’t help believing in my own mind, I know I’m gonna hate to see it end.
    I’ve seen a lot of sunshine, slept out in the rain, spent a night or two all on my own.
    I’ve known my lady’s pleasures, had myself some friends, spent a time or two in my own home.

    I have to say it now, it’s been good life all in all, it’s really fine to have a chance to hang around.
    and lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire
    while all my friends and my old lady sit and pass a pipe around.
    And talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in.
    How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care.
    How long it’s been since yesterday, what about tomorrow
    and what about our dreams and all the memories we share?

    Days they pass so quickly now, the nights are seldom long.
    Time around me whispers when it’s cold.
    The changes somehow frightens me, still I have to smile. It turns me on to think of growing old.
    For though my life’s been good to me there’s still so much to do.
    So many things my mind has never known.
    I’d like to raise a family, I’d like to sail away and dance across the mountains on the moon.

    I have to say it now, it’s been good life all in all, it’s really fine to have a chance to hang around.
    and lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire
    while all my friends and my old lady sit and pass a pipe around.
    And talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in.
    How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care.
    How long it’s been since yesterday, what about tomorrow
    and what about our dreams and all the memories we share?

  3. Take ‘Em Away
  4. Going Camping

    Going Camping

    I got my gear in my pack
    I got my pack on my back
    Today’s the day I’m going camping

    Just got the go ahead sign
    The weather’s gonna be fine
    Today’s the day I’m going camping
    I’m gonna pitch me a tent

    Won’t have to pay any rent
    It looks like ev’rything is “A O.K.”
    As far as I can see
    I think it’s gonna be a perfect camping day

    The trees and animals
    And clear blue skies
    A waterfall comes tumbling right before my eyes

    Birds that fly
    Above a mountain stream
    It’s absolutely perfect better than a dream
    Peace and quiet

    Where the Good Lord smiled
    Fields and fields of flowers growing wild
    This is just where I belong
    I’m a Mother Nature’s child

    It’s time to hit the trail
    To hit the hill and dale
    Oh, I love hiking in the mountains

    It’s great to reach the snow
    And see the world below
    Oh, I love hiking in the mountains
    Each time we stop to eat

    We get to rest our feet
    And we’ll make it if we take slow
    ‘Cause the best way to climb
    Is one step at a time and hiking is the only way to go

    I got my gear in my pack
    The trees and animals
    It’s time to hit the trail

    I got my pack on my back
    And clear blue skies
    To hit the hill and dale

    Today’s the day I’m going camping
    A waterfall comes tumbling right before my eyes
    Oh, I love hiking in the mountains

    Just got the go ahead sign
    Birds that fly
    It’s great to reach the snow

    The weather’s gonna be fine
    Above a mountain stream
    And see the world below

    Today’s the day I’m goin’ camping
    It’s absolutely perfect better than a dream
    Oh, I love hiking in the mountains

    I’m gonna pitch me a tent
    Peace and quiet
    Each time we stop to eat

    Have to pay any rent
    Where the Good Lord smiled
    We get to rest our feet

    It looks like ev’rything is “AO.K.”
    Fields and fields of flowers growing wild
    And we’ll make it if we take it slow

    As far as I can see
    This is
    ‘Cause the best way to climb

    I think it’s gonna be
    Just where I belong
    Is one step at a time

    A perfect camping day
    I’m a mother Nature’s child
    And hiking is the only way to go

  5. Home on the Range

    Home on the Range

    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

    Home, home on the range
    Where the deer and the antelope play

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    Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
    And the skies are not cloudy all day

    The red man was pressed from this part of the west
    It’s not likely he’ll ever return
    To the banks of Red River where seldom if ever
    His flickering campfires still burn

    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

    How often at night when the heavens are bright
    I see the light of those flickering stars
    Have I laid there amazed and asked as I gazed
    If their glory exceeds that of love

    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

    (written by Higley/Kelley/Guion)

  6. No One Like You

    No One Like You

    I like your eyes.
    I like your nose.
    I like your mouth.
    Your ears, your hands, your toes.

    I like you face.
    It’s really you.
    I like the things you say and do.
    There’s not a single soul
    Who sees the skies
    The way you see them.
    Through your eyes.
    And aren’t you glad.
    You should be glad.
    There’s no one, no one
    Exactly like you.

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