I wasn't going to do another Kristi Noem song, but I couldn't resist when I realized her surname, state, and favorite pastime lend themselves well to a classic campfire song we all know and love... I don't pretend to be a good guitar player yet. I'm still developing my pandemic acquired Fender Play skills... So, just pretend I'm at a campfire, trying to play my guitar after drinking several beers...
This particular cover was inspired by Gene Autry's version of "Home on the Range". Below are my revamped lyrics...
Oh give me a state, where MAGAs congregate...
And the governor likes to stalk prey,
When gunshots are heard, Kristi's killing some birds
Lotsa dead animals on display...
Noem, Noem on the Range;
She's a governor who loves gun play!
When gunshots are heard, no one dares say a word,
MAGA drives normal people away...
When the gun smoke is strong, they will all get along...
Neighbors' hens laying eggs all night...
Til' Kristi shows up, with an unrestrained pup...
And the bird dog kills the birds with her bite...
Noem, Noem on the range...
Where common sense and gun lust part ways...
When gunshots are heard, Kristi's "thinning the herd",
Target practice goes on every day...
How often she fires! Fresh kills she desires!
She aspires to see blood flowing red...
Kristi quivers with rage, as she aims her twelve gauge...
Soon she'll fire, and collect all the dead...
Noem, Noem on the range
Firearms are the name of the game!
Where hunting is cool, and the governor's a fool...
And poor Cricket must take all the blame.