| They rode like they was Rangers
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| When they came out of the skies
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| They had high-tech horses
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| With beacons in their eyes
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| My gun was cocked and ready
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| When I looked into their face
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| I seen they weren’t just common buckaroos
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| Born of the human race
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| No, sir, these cowboys came from space
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| Their shootin' irons shot laser light
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| And their spurs was anodized
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| Bandannas caked with stardust
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| And their jeans was pressurized
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| Well, he handed me a halter
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| And said, «Tighten up the girth»
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| But before I hit the saddle
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| We were miles above the Earth
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| And I mean miles above the Earth
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| Yippie-aye-ay-e
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| I seen London, Paris
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| Budapest, Kashmir and Tokyo
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| And there ain’t no sight
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| Like a desert night looking down on Mexico
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| Through the moons of Mars and Jupiter
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| 'Round Saturn’s rings we rode
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| Past the frozen plains of Pluto
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| Where even the sunshine’s cold
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| Man, I do mean cold
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| Then our interstellar stallions
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| Sailed through the starless void
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| There was nothing to miss in that emptiness
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| Not even a stray asteroid
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| 'Til we picked up the trail of a comet’s tail
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| Man, you can’t even dream that far
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| And the gallopin' beat
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| Like the rhythm of an old catgut guitar
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| Just a-strummin' from the distant star
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| Yippie-aye-ay-e
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| Well, it could’ve lasted minutes
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| Or a hundred thousand years
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| But they got me down
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| I was safe and sound
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| And it hadn’t even popped my ears
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| And they rared back on their broncos
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| And they shot a bolt of light
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| I knew they were the good guys
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| Yes sir, you got it right
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| 'Cause their cowboy hats was white
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| So ask 'em as they pulled their reins
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| Towards the settin' sun
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| «Before you go, I’d like to know
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| Just where you boys come from?»
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| Well, they opened up a star chart and said
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| «Right here where this 'X' is It’s the biggest place in outer space
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| A planet known as Texas.»
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| Yippie-aye-ay-e
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| Yippie-aye-ay-e
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| Yippie-aye-ay-e
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| Yippie-aye-ay-e |