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