| Sun is sinking in the west
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| The cattle go down to the stream
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| The redwing settles in the nest
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| It’s time for a cowboy to dream
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| Purple light in the canyon
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| that is where I long to be
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| With my three good companions
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| just my rifle pony and me
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| Gonna hang my sombrero
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| on the limb of a tree
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| Coming home sweet my darling
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| just my rifle pony and me
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| Whippoorwill in the willow
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| sings a sweet melody
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| Riding to Amarillo
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| just my rifle pony and me
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| No more cows to be ropin'
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| No more strays will I see
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| 'round the bend shell be waitin
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| For my rifle pony and me
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| For my rifle my pony and me
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| I wish I was a apple hangin' in a tree
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| And everytime my sweetheart passed
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| She’d take a bite off me
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| She told me that she loved me
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| She called me sugar plum
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| She threw her arms around me
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| I thought my time had come.
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| Get along home, Cindy-Cindy
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| Get along home, Cindy-Cindy
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| Get along home, Cindy-Cindy
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| I’ll marry you sometime.
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| I wish I had a needle
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| As fine as I could sew
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| I’d sew her in my pocket
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| And down the road I go
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| Cindy hugged and kissed me
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| She wrung her hands and cried
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| Swore I was the prettiest thing
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| That ever lived or died.
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| Get along home, Cindy-Cindy
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| Get along home, Cindy-Cindy
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| Get along home, Cindy-Cindy
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| I’ll marry you sometime… |