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Out of context: Reply #113

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  • jaylarson0

    During a Vietnam protest, Ken Kesey was propped up by the anti war movement to give a speech during a rally. Instead of giving a big speech, he pulled out his harmonica and played this little ditty. It is long, but an interesting read.

    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.

    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.

    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
    With the light of the glittering stars,
    Have I stood here amazed and asked as I gazed
    If their glory exceeds that of ours.

    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.

    Oh, I love these wild flowers in this dear land of ours;
    The curlew I love to hear scream;
    And I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks
    That graze on the mountain-tops green.

    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.

    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 campfires 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.

    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 the cities so bright.

    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.

    Oh, I would not exchange my 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.

    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.

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