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Out on the plains, down near Santa Fe |
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I met a cowboy ridin' the range one day |
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And as he jogged along, I heard him singin' |
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A most peculiar cowboy song |
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It was a ditty, he learned in the city |
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Comma ti yi yi yeah, comma ti yippity yi yeah |
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Now get along, get hip, little dogies |
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Get along, better be on your way |
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Get along, get hip, little dogies |
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He trucked 'em on down that old fairway |
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Singin' his cow cow boogie in the strangest way |
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Comma ti yi yi yeah, comma ti yippity yi yeah |
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Now singin' his cowboy songs, he's just too much |
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He's got a knocked out western accent with a Dixie touch |
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He was raised on Loco weed |
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He's what you call a swing in half breed |
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Singin' his cow cow boogie in the strangest way |
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Comma ti yi yi yeah, comma ti yippity yi yeah, playboy |
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Singin' his cowboy songs, he's just too much |
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He's got a knocked out western accent with a Dixie touch |
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He was raised on Loco weed |
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He's what you call a swing half breed |
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Singin' his cow cow boogie in the strangest way |
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Comma ti yi yi yeah, comma ti yippity yi yeah |
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Comma ti yi yi yeah, comma ti yippity yi yeah |
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Comma ti yi yi yeah, comma ti yippity yi yeah |
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Comma ti yi yi yeah, comma ti yippity yi yeah |
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Comma ti yi yi yeah, comma ti yippity yi yeah |
