| Boys I was born in Texas State, Many years ago
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| I’ve rode on ev’ry range and plain, There’s no place I don’t know;
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| I love to swing the lariat, that’s all I’ll ever do
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| I’m a two-gun singing cowboy and I’ve never had the blues
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| For I hop on my old Pinto, And o’er the plains we ride
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| Just swingin' in the saddle, my guitar hangs by my side;
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| Old Pinto’s always willing, as for me I’m never sad
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| You’ll find there beats an honest heart in this old Texas lad
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| I sleep out on the rolling plains, My blanket for a bed
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| Waiting for the break of day To ride out to the herd;
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| I’ll mount my old cow-pony, wear my boots and Stetson too
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| And ride all day on Texas plains beneath the skies of blue
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| Now when my cheque of life I cash for the land beyond the sky
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| I’m goin; |
| to ride old Pinto out across that Great Divide;
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| I’ll ride the last great Round-up far across the Golden Plains
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| Well boys, I hope you liked my song, I’m on my way again
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| O lee ay lee o, lee ay lee ay lee o, lee ay lee ay lee o, lee o dee hee
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| O ay lee o, lee ay lee o lee o, lee o lee ay lee o -- lee o dee hee
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| O lee ay lee o, lee ay lee ay lee o, lee ay lee ay lee o, lee o dee hee
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| O ay lee o, dee o lee, ay lee o, dee o dee hee |