White man came across the prairie
Into a native land
An expedition on a foreign reservation
The red man saw the smoke clear out by dawn
Out of the rain
Home on the range
We arise a white man's danger zone
Into the sunset
Behind the canyon
We embark unto the west
Red man makes a master plan
The chieftain calls upon the gods
Reluctant at the call
For their pride and tribe may fall
History unfolds
And the wild west is told
Out of the rain
Home on the range
We arise a white man's danger zone
Into the sunset
Behind the canyon
We embark unto the west
Blood-painted on an empty face
The red man sits upon a rock
Sees the fighting in the sand
To conquer the desert-land
A century born in a white man's caravan
Out of the rain
Home on the range
We arise a white man's danger zone
Into the sunset
Behind the canyon
We embark unto the west
A mother is crying in a wooden-mended tipi
Praying for the red man to stand ground
But the white man shows no mercy
And forges on instantly
A culture is lost in the mid-summer brawl
In the beginning we see the spark
Of a frontier opening up to man
Manifest destiny for American humanity
Down the trail to the western fronts of glory
Out of the rain
Home on the range
We arise a white man's danger zone
Into the sunset
Behind the canyon
We embark unto the west