Oh, give me a home where the SUVs roam
Where the NRA members play
Where seldom is heard an encouraging word
And the skies are smoggy all day

Home, home on the range
Where the NRA members play
Where seldom is heard an encouraging word
And the skies are smoggy all day

How often at night, when the cities are bright
With the lights of refinery flame
Have I stood there amazed and asked in a daze
How profits are big in this game

Home, home on the range
Where the NRA members play
Where seldom is heard an encouraging word
And the skies are smoggy all day

Then give me a land to drill for tar sand
Where oil flows like a golden stream
There gliding so grand I do my errand
And breed a money-making dream

Oh, I would never change my home on the range
Where the NRA members play
Where seldom is heard an encouraging word
And the clouds are smoggy all day