Oh, give me land, Lots of land under starry skies
above, Don't fence me in, Let me ride thru The wide open country
that I love, Don't fence me in. Let me be by myself In the
evening breeze, Listen to the murmur Of the cottonwood
trees, Send me off forever, But I ask you please, Don't fence me
in.
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| Just turn me loose, Let me straddle my old
saddle Underneath the western skies, On my cay-use Let me wander
over yonder Till I see the mountains rise. I want to ride to the
ridge Where the West commences, Gaze at the moon Till I lose my
senses; Can't look at hobbles And I can't stand fences, Don't
fence me in. No. Poppa, don't you fence me in |