| I grew up in Wyoming
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| In and around Jackson’s hole
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| In the shadows of the Tetons
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| Where summers are hot
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| And winters unbearably cold
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| But the Spring and the Fall
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| Are always as good as it gets
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| For over 70 years now
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| I’d watch the sun rise and set
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| I’ve been a cowboy
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| Working the round-ups in spring
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| I’ve lived in the mountains
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| Hunted the grizzly
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| Trapping the rivers and streams
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| Always the loner
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| I’ve treasured my freedom the most
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| And though i never married
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| As a young man i might have come close
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| From somewhere back east
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| She came to the valley
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| With a man who did her no good
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| He was fast with the ladies
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| A tin horn gambler
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| And a cheat whenever he could
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| She had no friends or family
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| Most of the time he was gone
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| He died in a card game
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| And she found herself all alone
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| Alone and afraid and left unprotected
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| 'Cause he was all that she had
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| Maybe i should have
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| But i never told her
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| So she never knew he was bad
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| But i’ll always remember
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| Standing and watching her cry
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| There was no one to help her
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| But i was determined to try
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| I mended her fences and
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| Fixed up her cabin
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| I had everything looking good
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| I laid by her food
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| And wood for the winter
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| Helping wherever i could
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| The more i was around her
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| The more i wanted to be There was something about her
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| That brought out a good side of me
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| I went into town, i brought a new outfit
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| I got me a haircut and shave
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| I’d trek through the snow
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| For no good reason
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| Just to go by her cabin each day
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| I don’t know about love
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| But i was quite taken in by it all
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| Till her brother came in the Spring
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| And he took her back to St. Paul
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| I don’t go down to Jackson
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| Ain’t nothing there but motels and bars
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| Too damn many tourists
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| No place to hide
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| They’ll find you wherever you are
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| They like to call me old timer
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| I am getting older i guess
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| But i don’t like the changes
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| 'Cause i’ve seen it all at its best
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| When my life is over
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| I don’t want to be left in town
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| But up in the mountains
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| There is a place
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| I’ve marked off my own piece of ground
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| High in the Tetons
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| Above and away from it all
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| From the top of old Grand
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| I bet on a clear day — you can see
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| All the way to St. Paul |