by Cary Kembla
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RIDING ON THE RANGE
Yeah I'm riding on this rugged trail
Swaying back and forth and chewing straw
Up here high on my horse so pale
In the mountains hunting for bighorn
Well I got my skillet and I got my match
I got my saddle and I sure am looking smart
In my chequered flannels and my buckle brass
And cowboy hat and jodphurs from K-mart
Yeah I'm riding here in the early morn
No one near in the great outdoors
Just me and my trusty horse
Out on the range
Riding on the range
I'm riding on the range
Yeah
Well I got no whiskey and I got no gin
But it's 'bout the time for a nice hot cup of tea
Forgot the sugar, but there's no sweeter thing
Than riding round the frontier feeling free
And I'm riding here in the early morn
No one near in the great outdoors
Just me and my trusty horse
Out on the range
Riding on the range
I'm riding on the range
Yeah
Take it away, Faxon
How about a little tap dance?
Yeah I'm riding here in the early morn
No one near in the great outdoors
Just me and my trusty horse
Out on the range
Riding on the range
I'm riding on the range
Yeah
© 2022 Cary Kembla
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