Dont Fence Me In

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VERSE 1: (Slow Arpeggiated chords & matching vocals)
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Wild Cat Kelly, looking mighty pale,
                               A7
Was standing by the sheriff’s side.
      D                         G              D
And when that sheriff said I am sending you to jail,
         A                   D
Wild Cat raised his head and cried.


CHORUS 1: (Sung and played with gusto)
D
Oh give me land, lots of land under starry skies above,
               A7
Don’t fence me in.

Let me ride through the wide open country that I love,
               D
Don’t fence me in.
                                   D7
Let me be by myself in the evening breeze,
G
Listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees.
D                          B7      Gm
Send me off forever, but I ask you please,
D       A7     D
Don’t fence me in.


VERSE 2:
             G
Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle, (Ooooh)
                       D
Underneath the western skies. (Oooo-Ooooh)
      G
On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder, (Oooo-Ooooh)
                         D
Till I see the mountains rise. (Aaaah-aaah)
                                           D7
I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences,
    G
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses.
  D                           B7          Gm
I can’t look at hobbles and I can’t stand fences,
D       A7     D
Don’t fence me in.


:: INSTRUMENTAL :: (Trigger’s dance over)
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VERSE 3:
             G
Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle,
                       D
Underneath the western skies. (Obah-eeeh)
      G
On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder,
                         D
Till I see the mountains rise. (Oooh-eeeh)
                                           D7
I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences,
    G
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses.
  D                           B7          Gm
I can’t look at hobbles and I can’t stand fences,
D       A7     D
Don’t fence me in.


VERSE 4 & CODA:
G
I’m the rovin’ kind,
D
So if you don’t mind.
G
All that I can say is,
N.C.
“C’mon Trigger…”
D           A7  D
Let’s be on our way.”