| What makes a man to wander?
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| What makes a man to roam?
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| What makes a man leave bed and board
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| And turn his back on home?
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| Ride away, ride away, ride away
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| Some men they search for Indians
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| For humpback buffalo
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| And even when they’ve found them
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| They move on lonesome slow
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| Ride away, ride away, ride away
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| The snow is deep and oh, so white
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| The winds they howl and moan
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| Fire cooks a man his buffalo meat
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| But his lonely heart won’t warm
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| Ride away, ride away, ride away
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| A man will search his heart and soul
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| Go searchin' way out there
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| His peace of mind he knows he’ll find
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| But where, oh Lord, Lord where?
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| Ride away, ride away, ride away
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| (Transcribed by Mel Priddle — December 2015)
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| As recorded by TEX RITTER:
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| What makes a man to wander
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| What makes a man to roam?
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| What makes a man leave bed and board
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| And turn his back on home?
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| Ride away (Ride away), ride away (ride away), ride away
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| Now, a man will search for fortune
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| Of silver and of gold
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| The silver he finds in his hair
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| While a weary heart grows old
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| Ride away, ride away, ride away
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| The snow is deep and oh, so white
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| The winds they howl and moan
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| Fire cooks a man his buffalo meat
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| But his lonely heart won’t warm
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| Ride away, ride away, ride away |