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Ridin' Up the Rocky Trail from Town |
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Since old Jacob skinned his dad-in-law of six years'
crop of calves
And then hit the trail for Canaan in the night, There has been a taste for battle 'mong the men that follow cattle
And a love of doin' things that's wild and strange, And the warmth of Laban's words when he missed his speckled herds
Still is useful in the language of the range. Sing }er out, my bold coyotes! leather fists and
leather throats,
For we wear the brand of Ishm'el like a crown. We're the sons o} desolation, we're the outlaws of creation — Ee-Yow! chridiri up the rocky trail from town! |
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