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Better take some extra blankets |
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Going out past sixty |
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They say the wind is cold |
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Comin' in off the shell |
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Better take some extra flour |
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Take some extra biscuits |
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Take another bedroll |
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And a few more shotgun shells |
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Don't you ever get tired of herding up those cattle |
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From low to high and high to low |
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And always changing ground |
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Don't you ever get tired of setting in that saddle |
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Starin' at that Western sky watching the sun go down |
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They say the blacktop's tore up |
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Right up through Topeka |
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They're pulling people over |
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And the trucks are moving slow |
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I got a friend out back |
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He knows a couple side roads |
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The troopers stay out of there |
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And the weigh stations are closed |
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Don't you ever get tired of herding up those cattle |
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From low to high and high to low |
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And always changing ground |
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Don't you ever get tired of setting in that saddle |
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Starin' at that Western sky watching the sun go down |
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They found old Ray McGuire last week up on Jimmy Ridge |
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He was wrapped up like a mummy |
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Frozen colder than a stone |
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They said they found his herd |
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He had them fenced and hitched |
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He had several different breeds |
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And the brands weren't all his own |
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Don't you ever get tired of herding up those cattle |
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From low to high and high to low |
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And always changing ground |
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Don't you ever get tired of setting in that saddle |
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Starin' at that Western sky watching the sun go down |
