When I Was A Hunter On The Wild Buffalo Down The White River A Courtin’ I’d Go I’d Find Me A Lassie On The Old Mississipp’ To Ease A Bad Pain That I Had In The Lip Refrain: Lip Fever, Lip Fever, It’s A Terrible Thing It Eats On Your Liver And It Gnaws On…

 

I Was Standing On Point Peter, Early In The Morn Way Down On The River, I Thought I Heard A Horn I Noted It Was A Steamboat And When She Homed In Sight I Know, She Took The Left Hand Where The Buffalo Meets The White She Passed The Mouth Of The Rich Land, A…

 

Along About Eighteen Hundred, I Guess I Took Me A Trip Into The Wilderness Crossed The Mississippi, Let My Rifle Roar No White Man Had Ever Been There Before I Turned My Face To The Settin’ Sun And I Lived By My Knife And I Lived By My Gun I Came To A River, Called…

 

I Used To Live By An Untamed River In The Spot Where Life Was A Beautiful Dream A Gift To Man By The Almighty Giver But Now, The Army Engineers Have Turned My Home To A Vale Of Tears Where Only God Could Ever Find That Lovely Stream On The Grassy Bank Of Spring Fed…

 

Floating On The Buffalo In The Sunset’s Afterglow There’s No Place That Thrills Me So ‘Tis A Heaven Where I’d Love To Go Visions Of A Happy Day Merry Hours To While Away There Where All Is Pride And Gay ‘Tis The Beautiful Ozarks, I Say Beautiful Ozarks, Filled With Delight Under The Moon, A…