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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
