Listen To The Rhythm Of The Range

G             D7            G            G               G#dim         D    D7
Listen to the rhythm of the range    the reeling rocking rhythm of the range
       B7                     Em
You’ve heard the old bazooka  and the king of jazz
    A7                                 D            D7
But have you felt the tickle that this range rhythm has
G              D7            G           G               G7               C
Dancing to the rhythm of the range   the reeling rocking rhythm you can’t change
Am                             Cm                   Am                             Cm
Grandpa burned his crutches he won’t stay at home   Since this rural rhythm    has got in his 
bones
         G                       Bm                        D              D7            G
And he’s dancing to the rhythm   dancing to the rhythm     dancing to the rhythm of the range

[yodeling]

D7      G       D7       G       C       G      D7     G

[Verse 2]

G             D7            G                        G#dim         D     D7
Listen to the rhythm of the range    rootin’ tootin’ rhythm of the range
       B7                         Em
You’ve heard the cowhand’s music  and you’ve heard him sing
    A7                                 D               D7
But have you seen that cowhand shoot a horsefly on the wing
G               D7            G         G                G7            C
Shootin’ to the rhythm of the range     shot for shot is always fair exchange
    Am                       Cm               Am                         Cm
Now in the land of cattle  a six gun is law   And you get a medal if you shoot your 
mother-in-law
        G                        Bm                       D               D7            G
So keep shootin’ to the rhythm   shootin’ to the rhythm   shootin’ to the rhythm of the range

[Verse 3]

G             D7            G                        G#dim         D     D7
Listen to the rhythm of the range    rocking rolling rhythm of the range
        B7                   Em
There’s rhythm in the wind   and the wavin’ corn
A7                                D                  D7
Grandpa sleeps in rhythm, yes, he snores just like a horn
G             D7            G       G               G7               C
Listen to the rhythm of the range   rocking rolling rhythm you can’t change
    Am                        Cm
The old chuck wagon’s rhythm  starts about noon
Am                                      Cm
Then you’ll hear those cowhands sipping soup very soon
            G                      Bm                      D            D7            G
And there’s music to the rhythm    music to the rhythm     music to the rhythm of the range