Better take some extra blankets
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Going out past sixty
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They say the wind is cold
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Comin' in off the shell
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Better take some extra flour
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Take some extra biscuits
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Take another bedroll
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And a few more shotgun shells
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Don't you ever get tired of herding up those cattle
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From low to high and high to low
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And always changing ground
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Don't you ever get tired of setting in that saddle
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Starin' at that Western sky watching the sun go down
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They say the blacktop's tore up
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Right up through Topeka
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They're pulling people over
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And the trucks are moving slow
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I got a friend out back
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He knows a couple side roads
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The troopers stay out of there
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And the weigh stations are closed
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Don't you ever get tired of herding up those cattle
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From low to high and high to low
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And always changing ground
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Don't you ever get tired of setting in that saddle
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Starin' at that Western sky watching the sun go down
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They found old Ray McGuire last week up on Jimmy Ridge
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He was wrapped up like a mummy
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Frozen colder than a stone
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They said they found his herd
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He had them fenced and hitched
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He had several different breeds
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And the brands weren't all his own
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Don't you ever get tired of herding up those cattle
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From low to high and high to low
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And always changing ground
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Don't you ever get tired of setting in that saddle
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Starin' at that Western sky watching the sun go down
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Tired
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| Fred Eaglesmith |
