He rode a blazing saddle He wore a shining star
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His job to offer battle To bad men near and far
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He conquered fear and he conquered hate
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He turned our night into day
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He made his blazing saddle A TORCH to light the way
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When outlaws RULED the West And fear FILLED the land
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A cry RANG OUT for a man with guts To take the West in hand
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They needed a man who was brave and true With justice for all as his aim
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WHEN out of the sun rode a man with a gun
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And Bart was his name,yes Bart was his NAME
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Blazing Saddles
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| Frankie Laine |
