They call me The Yodeling Ranger Central Parks my range Whenever someones in danger, heighho, Im on my way! I rope the varmits that prowl, I ride to right every wrong I hear the hoot of an owl or a coyote howl, and I join right in with my song Ah dee yodelayreedeeoh Yodelayreedeeay, Yodelayreedeeoh Ah dee yodelayreedeeoh Ohayeedee, ohayeeyodel reedee They call me The Yodeling Ranger One day when riding along Alerted by a stranger, to a goose stuck in ice in the pond I commandeered a canoe, I broke thru that stubborn ice I saved the goose and then what did we do, I yodeled and it honked so nice Ah dee yodelayreedeeoh Yodelayreedeeay, Yodelayreedeeoh Ah dee yodelayreedeeoh Ohayeedee, ohayeeyodel reedee Escape the grime of the city, bathe in a fresh country breeze Drink in the sunset and skyline, that rises up over the trees The Sheep Meadows my prairie, The Ravines my Chisholm Trail The Castle is my Home on the Range, just like a fairy tale Ah dee yodelayreedeeoh Yodelayreedeeay, Yodelayreedeeoh Ah dee yodelayreedeeoh Ohayeedee, ohayeeyodel reedee
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