I'm going to leave old Texas now
They've got no use for the long-horn cow!
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They've plowed and fenced my
cattle range
And the people there are all so strange!
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I'll take my horse, I'll take my
rope
And hit the trail upon a lope!
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Say: Adiós! to the Alamo
And turn my head toward Mexico!
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I'll make my home on the wide,
wide range
The people there are not so strage!
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The hard, hard ground will be my
bed
And the saddle seat will hold my head
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And when I waken from my dreams
I'll eat my bread and my sardines
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And when my ride on Earth is done
I'll take my chances with the holy one
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I'll tell Saint Peter that I know
A cowboy's soul ain't white as snow
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But in that far-off cattle land
He sometimes acted like a man
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