Ridin

Don Edwards

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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 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 air............. 
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Stirrin up a baby cyclone 
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Rippin up the prickly pear when I'm ridin 

I don't need no art exhibits 
         Em 
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 czars.............. 
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When the coyotes down the valley 
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Are a singin to the stars when i'm 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 well.............. 
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As a roundin up the sinners 
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That have wondered out of hell and a ridin, 
Just a ridin 

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