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I like beer and I like cheese |
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I like the smell of a westerly breeze |
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But what I like more than all of these |
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Is to be on horseback |
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Hey and away we go |
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Through the grass, across the snow |
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Big brown beastie, big brown face |
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I'd rather be with you than flying through space |
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I like thunder and I like rain |
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And open fires and roaring flames |
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But if the thunder's in my brain |
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I'd like to be on horseback |
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Some like the city, some the noise |
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Some make chaos and others, toys |
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But if I was to have the choice |
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I'd rather be on horseback |
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Hey and away we go |
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Through the grass, across the snow |
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Big brown beastie, big brown face |
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I'd rather be with you than flying through space |
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Some find it strange to be here |
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On this small planet and who knows where |
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But when it's strange and full of fear |
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It's nice to be on horseback |
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Some are short and others tall |
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Some hit their heads against a wall |
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But it doesn't really matter at all |
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When you happen to be on horseback |
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Hey and away we go |
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Through the grass, across the snow |
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Big brown beastie, big brown face |
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I'd rather be with you than flying through space |
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So if you feel a little glum |
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To Hergest Ridge you should come |
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In summer, winter, rain or sun |
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It's good to be on horseback |
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Hm |
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Hey and away we go |
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Through the grass, across the snow |
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Big brown beastie, big brown face |
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I'd rather be with you than flying through space |
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Hey and away we go |
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Through the grass, across the snow |
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Big brown beastie, big brown face |
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I'd rather be with you than flying through space |
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I'd rather be on horseback |
