| There’s a young man that I know, his age is twenty-one
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| Comes from down in southern Colorado
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| Just out of the service, he’s looking for the sun
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| Someday soon, going with him someday soon
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| My parents cannot stand him 'cause he rides the rodeo
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| My father says that he will leave me crying
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| I would follow him right down the toughest road I know
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| Someday soon, going with him someday soon
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| And when he comes to call, my pa ain’t got a good word to say
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| Guess it’s 'cause he’s just as wild in his younger days
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| So blow, you old blue northern, blow my love to me
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| He’s driving in tonight from California
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| He loves his damned old rodeo as much as he loves me
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| Someday soon, going with him someday soon
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| When he comes to call, my pa ain’t got a word to say
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| Guess it’s 'cause he’s just as wild in his younger days
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| Blow, you old blue northern, blow my love to me
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| He’s driving in tonight from California
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| He loves his damned old rodeo as much as he loves me
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| Someday soon, going with him someday soon
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| Someday soon, going with him… someday soon |