| I’m back!
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| I’m back in the saddle again
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| I’m back!
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| I’m back in the saddle again
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| Ridin' into town alone by the light of the moon
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| I’m lookin' for old Sukie Jones she crazy horse saloon
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| Barkeep gimme a drink that’s when she caught my eye
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| She turned to give me a wink that’d make a grown man cry
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| I’m back in the saddle again
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| I’m back!
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| I’m back in the saddle again
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| I’m back!
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| Come easy, go easy, all right until the rising sun
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| I’m calling all the shots tonight, I’m like a loaded gun
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| Peelin' off my boots and chaps, I’m saddle sore
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| Four bits gets you time in the racks, I scream for more
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| Fools' gold out of their mines, the girls are soaking wet
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| No tongue’s drier than mine, I’ll come when I get back!
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| I’m back in the saddle again
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| I’m back!
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| I’m back in the saddle again
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| I’m ridin', I’m loadin' up my pistol
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| I’m ridin', I really got a fistful
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| I’m ridin', I’m shinin' up my saddle
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| I’m ridin', this snake is gonna rattle
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| I’m back in the saddle again
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| I’m back!
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| I’m back in the saddle again
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| I’m back!
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| Ridin' high!
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| Ridin' high!
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| Ridin' high! |