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H, for me a horse and saddle
Every day without a change; With the desert sun a-blazin' On a hundred miles o1 range, Just a-ridin', just a-ridin',
Desert ripplin' in the sun, - Mountains blue along the skyline,— I don't envy anyone. When my feet are in the-stirrups
And my horse is on the bust;
When his hoofs are flashin' lightnin,
From a golden cloud o' dust;
And the bawlin' of the cattle
Is a-comin' down the wind,—
Oh, a finer life than ridin'
Would be mighty hard to find,
Just a-ridin1, just a-ridin',
Splittin' long cracks in the air, Stirrin1 up a baby cyclone, Rootin' up the prickly pear. I don't need no art exhibits
When the sunset does his best, 187 |
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