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Little cowboy, you've been ridin' since the early mornin' sun |
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Find the mavericks where they're hidin', ropin' dogies one by one |
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With your six-gun always ready, for the bad guy strikin' you down |
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On your pinto strong and steady, you can run them right out of town. |
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There's a friendly breeze always blowin', makin' tumbleweed tumble by, |
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And the purple sage where it's growin', seems to touch the distant prairie sky. |
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Now it's evenin', time for sleepin', cattle lowin' over the rise |
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'Round the bunkhouse, shadows creepin', little cowboy, close your eyes. |
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Little cowboy, you've been ridin' since the early mornin' sun |
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Find the mavericks where they're hidin', ropin' dogies one by one |
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With your six-gun always ready, for the bad guy strikin' you down |
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On your pinto strong and steady, you can run them right out of town. |
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There's a friendly breeze always blowin', makin' tumbleweed tumble by, |
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And the purple sage where it's growin', seems to touch the distant prairie sky. |
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Now it's evenin', time for sleepin', cattle lowin' over the rise |
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'Round the bunkhouse, shadows creepin', little cowboy, close your eyes. |
