| howdy my friend would you like to go riding
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| on the Fastest of Ponies that ever did run
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| jump up in my saddle and hold the reins easy
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| we’ll outride the wind and we’ll outrun the sun
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| tee rudle tee ridle sit high in my saddle
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| tee rudle tee ridle you’ll fly o’er the grass
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| tee rudle tee ridle we’ll jump this top fence rail
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| no rider can trail us
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| no rider can pass
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| my hat and my scarf they blow back in the hard wind
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| his hooves pound the ground like a fast indian drum
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| we jump the big ditch and he comes down so easy
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| he outruns the wild wind back home to his barn
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| and he runs even faster back home to his barn
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| tee rudle tee ridle sit tight in my saddle
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| tee rudle tee ridle you’ll fly o’er the grass
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| tee rudle tee ridle we’ll jump this top fence rail
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| no rider can trail us
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| no rider can pass
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| sit tight in my saddle we’ll pass this wild rabbit
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| we’ll outfly that wild bird that rides on the wind
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| when he’s back in his (lab?)
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| you can comb him and rub him
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| the Fastest of Ponies that ever did run
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| tee rudle tee ridle sit tight in my saddle
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| tee rudle tee ridle you’ll fly o’er the grass
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| tee rudle tee ridle we’ll jump this top fence rail
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| no rider can trail us
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| no rider can pass
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| no rider can trail us
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| no rider can pass |