Boys I was born in Texas State, Many years ago, I've rode on ev'ry range and plain, There's no place I don't know; I love to swing the lariat, that's all I'll ever do, I'm a two-gun singing cowboy and I've never had the blues. For I hop on my old Pinto, And o'er the plains we ride, Just swingin' in the saddle, my guitar hangs by my side; Old Pinto's always willing, as for me I'm never sad, You'll find there beats an honest heart in this old Texas lad.
I sleep out on the rolling plains, My blanket for a bed, Waiting for the break of day To ride out to the herd; I'll mount my old cow-pony, wear my boots and Stetson too, And ride all day on Texas plains beneath the skies of blue. Now when my cheque of life I cash for the land beyond the sky, I'm goin; to ride old Pinto out across that Great Divide; I'll ride the last great Round-up far across the Golden Plains, Well boys, I hope you liked my song, I'm on my way again.
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