Camping Song

Has your dinner lost its savor? Has your greeting lost its cheer? Is your daily stunt a burden? Is your laughter half a sneer? There’s a medicine to cure you, There’s a way to lift your load, With a horse and a saddle and a mile of open road. Is your eyeball growing bilious? Is your temper getting short? Is this life a blind delusion, Or a grim, unlovely sport? There’s a world of health and beauty, There’s a help that cannot fail, In a day behind the burros On a dusty mountain trail. Come out, old man, we’re going To a land that’s free and large, Where the rainless skies are resting On a snowy mountain marge. When we camp in God’s own country, You will find yourself again, With a fire and a blanket and the stars upon the plain!