Was thinking about this yesterday...
If you're going O-rain-ge... then
she cooked some peas on a range, in a plain white kitchen, it's the way it was... in those days,
a strange dish she cooked up on a range;
in the white kitchen on a range, don't know why it seemed so strange,
but she had her ways, out there on the range.
They were a'rangin' far and wide,
out on the range:
it was a mess I had to arrange,
how I miss thy bovine methane, out on the range;
I found the strays, out on the range; and steered them home,
Never had a real arrangement, just a strange array, it's the way it was... in those days.
All God's chillun got a bathroom, at's what they say. Out on the range.
What would you like with your corn?
You want fries with that?
J