| Out on the range
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| The quiet, endless still
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| Where the wild S.S.I
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| Whispers from these hills
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| It’s a petrified forest
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| Trailer parks and fords
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| And there ain’t no goin' back
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| Rodeo girl
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| Saddle up There’s no more credit in this bank
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| Try your luck
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| Up in the East
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| Down in the West
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| Hold on tight
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| To the pony that you love the best
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| There’s a medicine at the gate
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| And a number on your back
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| And this world is all jacked up like a cadillac
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| Painted by a rodeo girl
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| There’s a medicine at the gate
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| And a number on your back
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| And this world is all jacked up like a cadillac
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| Painted by a rodeo girl
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| Rodeo girl, rodeo girl
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| Count all the boxcars
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| The blue and white stars
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| That fall for ya rodeo girl
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| You’re lost in the desert
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| And it’s too hot to think
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| You gotta know about the milk truck
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| If you want a drink
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| And when the cowboy’s sing
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| Bobby sands and the bear
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| You can wet your lips
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| In the cool pools of despair
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| Up in the East
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| Down in the West
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| Hold on tight
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| Now you gotta be better than the best
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| There’s a medicine at the gate
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| And a number on your back
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| This world is all jacked up like a cadillac
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| Painted by a rodeo girl
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| There’s a medicine at the gate
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| And a number on your back
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| This world is all jacked up like a cadillac
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| Painted by a rodeo girl
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| Rodeo girl |