O give me land, lots of land, and the starry skies above, don't fence me in. Let me ride through the wide open country that I love, don't fence me in. O let me be by myself in the evening breeze, And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees, Send me off forever but I ask you please, don't fence me in. Just turn me loose and I'll straddle on my saddle underneath the western skies. On my cayoose let me wander over yonder till I see the mountains rise. O let me 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.
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