Out On the Range A meadow pond to sooth an eye. Waters striders cross the sky. Old Al got them saws, make you chew on a bit He liked to spit a can when we stop to sit Driving that cattle, as seasons change. Life in the Saddle, out on the range. The dust don’t care ‘bout your want to see Good thing them flies like company. No pay for sickness, ‘cr…
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