| On night guard, I’m a ridin'
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| 'Round a thousand bedded steers
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| And tonight my thoughts are slidin'
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| Down the trail of distant years
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| Coyotes howlin' in the darkness
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| Chills my weary bones
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| Varmints prowl around the campfire
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| Makes the cowboy feel at home
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| Now the cold north wind is blowin'
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| Snow comes fallin' down
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| Wrapped in my saddle blanket
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| Sleepin' on the cold cold ground
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| I used to ponder over my luck
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| Wondered why it never changed
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| I was happy and free
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| Around my mammy’s knee
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| Pullin' on her apron strings
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| Now I long to see the sun come shinin'
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| Stealin' through my kitchen door
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| Just to see my dear old mammy cookin' ham
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| On that old kitchen stove
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| Where the mockingbird sings you to sleep at night
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| The moonbeams playin' through the trees
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| Some like the climate out in New Mexico
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| But give me back my sunny Tennessee |