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Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above, |
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Don't fence me in. |
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Let me ride through the wide open country that I love, |
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Don't fence me in. |
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Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze, |
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And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees, |
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Send me off forever but I ask you please, |
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Don't fence me in. |
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Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle |
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Underneath the western skies. |
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On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder |
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'Till I see the mountains rise. |
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I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences |
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And gaze at the moon 'till I lose my senses |
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And I can't look at hovels and I can't stand fences |
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Don't fence me in. |
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Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies, |
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Don't fence me in. |
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Let me ride through the wide open country that I love, |
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Don't fence me in. |
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Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze |
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And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees |
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Send me off forever but I ask you please, |
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Don't fence me in |
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Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle |
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Underneath the western skies |
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On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder |
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'Till I see the mountains rise. |
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Ba boo ba ba boo. |
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I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences |
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And gaze at the moon 'till I lose my senses |
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And I can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences |
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Don't fence me in. |
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No. |
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Poppa, don't you fence me in |
