| I struck the trail in seventy-nine
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| The herd strung out behind me
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| As I jogged along my mind went back
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| To the gal I left behind
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| If I ever get off the trail, boys
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| And the Indians don’t find me
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| I’ll make my way straight back again
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| To the gal I left behind me
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| That sweet little gal, that true little gal
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| The gal I left behind me
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| That sweet little gal, that pretty little gal
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| The gal I left behind me
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| The wind did blow and the rain did flow
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| The hail did fall and blind me
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| And I thought of that gal, that sweet little gal
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| That gal I’d left behind me
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| She wrote ahead to a place I said
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| And I was glad to find it
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| She says «I'm true, when you get through
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| Ride back and you will find me»
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| When we sold out I took the train
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| I knew that I would find her
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| When I got back, we had a smack
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| And that’s no gol-darned liar |