| I used to ride a little old speckled roan
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| I told him lots of things I wouldn’t have told at home
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| I said to the speckled roan, said I, «I'm so lonesome I could die,
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| but I ain’t gonna stay lonesome very long.»
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| I used to ride a little ole yellow dun
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| Mending fences, rode him in the rain and sun
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| I said to the yellow dun, said I, «I'm gonna be rich or know the reason why.
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| Gonna take my money to town and find the fun.»
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| And then I bought me a big old ropin' gray
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| Roped for money and I made it ev’ry day
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| But I said to the ropin' gray, said I, «I sure do miss that prairie sky,»
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| and he let out laughin' and he surely knowed the way
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| I brought my money home and I brought it home to stay
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| Couldn’t have stayed in town, not another day
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| I’m gonna live out under a prairie sky. |
| Gonna live out there 'till the day I
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| die with the roan and the dun and the big old ropin' gray |