| Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above
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| Don’t fence me in
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| Let me ride through the wild open country that I love
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| Don’t fence me in
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| Let me be by myself in the evening breeze
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| Listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
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| Send me off forever, but I ask you, please
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| Don’t fence me in
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| Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
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| Underneath the western skies
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| On my cayuse, let me wander over yonder
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| Till I see the mountains rise
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| I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
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| Gaze at the moon until I lose my senses
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| Can’t look at hobbles and I can’t stand fences
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| Don’t fence me in
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| Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
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| Underneath the western skies
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| On my cayuse, let me wander over yonder
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| Till I see the mountains rise
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| I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
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| Gaze at the moon until I lose my senses
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| Can’t look at hobbles and I can’t stand fences
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| Give me the west
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| You can have all the rest
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| But don’t
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| Don’t ever fence me in |