| The sun goes down, the blizzard wails
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| Eliminate the snowy trails
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| Half a flask still at my side
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| To keep me warm along the ride
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| The tunic worn, the color red
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| Another man that I shot dead
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| I feel the icy wind inside
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| I ride to live, I live to ride
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| Long riders, wild and free
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| Saddle up, R.C.M.P.
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| Never wed, not in the plan
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| But I always get my man
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| Long riders, wild and free
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| Saddle up, R.C.M.P.
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| Never wed, not in the plan
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| But I always get my man
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| No quarter horse
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| An Aral steed
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| A trusted mount
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| A friend in need
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| The shiny boots
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| The way they feel
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| The horse’s flank
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| Against the heel
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| The tunic worn, the color red
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| Another man that I shot dead
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| I feel the icy wind inside
|
| I ride to live, I live to ride
|
| Long riders, wild and free
|
| Saddle up, R.C.M.P.
|
| Never wed, not in the plan
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| But I always get my man |