Ridin

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Some folks like the city
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Grass thats curried smooth and green
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Theaters and stranglin collars
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Wagons run by gas olene
But for me its hawse and saddle
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Everyday without a change
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And the dessert sun a blazin
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On a hundred miles of range

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Just a ridin, a ridin
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Dessert riplin in the 
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sun.................
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Mountains blue along the skyline
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I don't envey anyone when I'm riden

When my feet is in my stirrups
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And my hawse is on the bust
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With his hooves a flashin lightnin
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In a cloud of golden dust
And the bawl-in of the cattle
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Is a com-in down the wind
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Then a finer life than riden
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Would be mighty hard to find

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Just a ridin, a ridin
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Spittin long cracks thru the 
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air.............
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Stirrin up a baby cyclone
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Rippin up the prickly pear when I'm
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 ridin

I don't need no art exhibits
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When the sunset does her best
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Painting ever-lasting glory
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On the moun-tains to the west
And your opry sounds so foolish
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When the night-bird starts his tune
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And the desserts silver mounted
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By the touches of the moon

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Just a ridin, a ridin
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Who can envy kings and 
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czars..............
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When the coyotes down the valley
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Are a singin to the stars when i'm 
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ridin

When my last long trail is ended
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And my final bacons curled
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And the last great roundups finished
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At the home ranch of the world
I don't want no harps nor halos
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Robes nor other dressed up things
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Just let me ride the starry ranges
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On a spotted horse with wings

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Just a ridin, a ridin
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Nothin I'd like half so 
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well..............
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As a roundin up the sinners
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That have wondered out of hell and 
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a ridin,
Just a ridin