Latest News – March 8

It was a packed house on historic Harrison Avenue in downtown Leadville for the 66th Annual Leadville ski Joring competition. The fun continues afternoon. Photo: Leadville Today

It was a packed house on historic Harrison Avenue in downtown Leadville for the 66th Annual Leadville Ski Joring competition. The fun action today. Photo: Leadville Today

Obit_Spacer_Thindaylight-savings SpringHome On The Range, to Ski Jorers Everywhere

HeadShotGraphicThe original song “Home on the Range,” has a true Leadville beginning. It was 1885 and a group of young miners were trying to make ends meet by writing and playing music at some Leadville saloons. The foursome lived in a small cabin on the outskirts of town which they referred to as the “Junk Lane Hotel.”

Bob, Bill, Bingham and Jim penned the song “Colorado Home,” which went on to be known as the popular “Home on the Range.” In fact, on November 19, 1945, the Leadville origins of this well-known song were recognized and inserted into the Congressional Record.

Once you read these less commonly-known verses, you can better understand the song’s Leadville connection:

 

Oh, give me the hill and the ring of the drill,

In the rich silver ore in the ground;

And give me the gulch where the miners can sluice,

And the bright yellow gold can be found.

 

Oh, show me the camp

Where the prospectors tramp,

And business is always alive;

Where dance halls come first

And faro banks burst,

And every saloon is a dive.

 

Here’s a different version of Home on The Range that I’ve penned as an Ode to Ski Jorers everywhere, but especially, In The ‘Ville.

A Ski Joring tribute (Sung to the tune of “Home on the Range”)

 

Oh give me a horse

And a rider of course,

Then put some snow down on the street.

Grab a person with skis,

And really good knees,

Harrison Avenue is where we will meet.

 

Chorus:

Ski, ski down the street,

Where the jorer and horses do meet.

Where never is heard,

 A discouraging word,

We just hope that they land on their feet.

 

Oh give me a hill and

The skiers to thrill,

Over jumps as they fly through the air.

The horses are quick

And the course can be slick,

No other event can compare.

 

Chorus:

Ski, ski down the street,

Where the jorer and horses do meet.

Where never is heard,

 A discouraging word,

We just hope that they land on their feet.

 

Oh give me a place,

Where a race is a race,

And the best Joring team gets the win,

We think we’re the best, so to heck with the rest,

Remember: “Don’t fence me in!”

 

Chorus:

Ski, ski down the street,

Where the jorer and horses do meet.

Where never is heard,

 A discouraging word,

We just hope that they land on their feet.

 

Oh give me your bet

And you’ll never regret,

The investment you

Make in a team.

As they pick up a ring,

Hear the money – ka-ching!

It’s like living the lottery dream.

 

Chorus:

Ski, ski down the street,

Where the jorer and horses do meet.

Where never is heard,

A discouraging word,

We just hope that they land on their feet.

 

And later at night, when the heavens are bright,

Cold beer and good whiskey will flow.

So put on your pants

And get ready to dance,

Just perhaps it will

Bring on more snow!

 

Chorus:

Ski, ski down the street,

Where the jorer and horses do meet.

Where never is heard,

 A discouraging word,

We just hope that they land on their feet.

Have a safe and happy Ski Joring Weekend!

 

 

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