Home Means Nevada

by Bertha Raffetto)

Way out in the land of the setting sun,
Where the wind blows wild and free,
There's a lovely spot, just the only one
That means home sweet home to me.
If you follow the old Kit Carson trail,
Until the desert meets the hills,
Oh, you certainly will agree with me,
It's the place of a thousand thrills.

"Home," means Nevada, "Home," means the hills,
"Home," means the sage and the pines.
Out by the Truckee's silvery rills,
Out where the sun always shines,
There is a land that I love the best,
Fairer than all I can see.
Right in the heart of the golden west
"Home" means Nevada to me.