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A little wrangler was born |
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I seen him squirming in the saddle all wet and warm |
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He's such a changeable form in his very first year |
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He rides on to wrangler school |
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With a slingshot and a saddlebag of hand-me-down tools |
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Doesn't want to look like a fool |
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Pass the jail without tears |
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Time machines, remembered scenes |
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That a wrangler rides through a passing stream |
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Time's replaced by a peaceful dream |
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Wrangler space |
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He reigns his pony to the gate of the school |
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Feather pens and inkwells of hand-me-down rules |
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Like trading a pony for an aging mule |
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He rides away without fear |
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Time machines, new routines |
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That a wrangler rides through a passing dream |
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And time's replaced by a peaceful stream |
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Space wrangler space |
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He gets off at a stranger's place |
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Where the girls dance different with familiar grace |
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He's knowing that he found the place |
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That pours the coldest beer |
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Skol, very cold beer |
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Cheers, to your friends so near |
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High, your dreams so clear |
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Raise another glass to the dreams so near |
