| I was in Paris waiting for a flight
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| When this guy came up to me and said
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| «Have you got a light?»
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| I was born in Arizona
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| And when I was only three
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| My mother took me to her saddle
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| And we rode the wide prairie
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| Oh, wide prairie, wide prairie
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| And we rode the wide prairie
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| My mother took me to her saddle
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| And we rode the wide prairie
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| Well I was living in Aspebueller
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| And when I was only ten
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| My father took me to his saddle
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| And we rode the range again
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| Oh, wide prairie, wide prairie
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| And we rode the wide prairie
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| My father took me to his saddle
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| And we rode the wide prairie
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| And I ain’t going back
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| No, I ain’t going back
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| Going back no more
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| Well, now we live in Albuquerque
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| And we raise the family tree
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| We spend our days a-feeling perky
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| And we ride the wide prairie
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| Oh, wide prairie, wide prairie
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| And we ride the wide prairie
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| We spend our days
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| A-feeling perky
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| And we ride the wide prairie
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| I was in Paris waiting for a flight
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| When this guy came up to me and said
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| «Have you got a light?»
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| And you know what happened |