| Three hundred horses patiently stand
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| Three hundred horses wearing Cummins brand
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| Harnessed up in the dawns early glow
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| Three hundred horses are rearing to go
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| Three hundred horses all sleek and grand
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| Three hundred horses are in my command
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| Theyre right for water; |
| theyre all well shod
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| Just waitin for the foreman to give me the nod
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| Oh the load is heavy, the load is high
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| The tarps are on for keeping it dry
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| There’s over a hundred bales of wool
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| And three hundred horses awaitin to pull
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| Three hundred horses patiently stand
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| Three hundred horses wearing Cummins brand
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| Harnessed up in the dawns early glow
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| Three hundred horses are rearing to go
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| Eastward the sun is raisin his head
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| I’ve been up early and been well fed
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| The controls are in my two firm fists
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| Three hundred horses are champing their bits
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| I’m out on the road out where I belong
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| My mind is at ease, in my heart is a song
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| For a week long trip I’ve got all I need
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| And three hundred horses gathering speed
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| Through the land of the free, the land that I love
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| The land with the southern cross up above
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| Through the land of the sun and the wide open spaces
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| Three hundred horses shoulder the traces
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| Hey three hundred horses patiently stand
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| Three hundred horses wearing Cummins brand
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| From the tropical north to the southern snow
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| Three hundred horses just see me go
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| Yeah three hundred horses patiently stand
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| Three hundred horses wearing Cummins brand
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| Harnessed up in the dawns early glow
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| Three hundred horses rearing to go
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| Three hundred horses patiently stand
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| Three hundred horses wearing Cummins brand
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| Harnessed up in the dawns early glow
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| Three hundred horses rearing to go |