(Kinky Friedman)
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Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,
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Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
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Ride, ride ¡®em Jewboy,
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Ride ¡®em all around the old corral.
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Oh, I¡¯m, I¡¯m with you boy
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If I¡¯ve got to ride six million miles.
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Now the smokes from camps are rising
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See the helpless creatures on their way.
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Well, old pal, it¡¯s still surprising
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How far you can go before you stay.
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Don¡¯t you let the morning blind ya
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When on your sleeve you wore the yeller star.
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Old memories still live behind ya,
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Can¡¯t you see by your outfit who you are.
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How long will you be driven relentless ¡®round the world,
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The blood in the rhythm of the soul.
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Wild ponies all your dreams were broken,
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Rounded up and made to move along.
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The loneliness which can¡¯t be spoken
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Just swings a rope and rides inside a song.
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Dead limbs play with ringless fingers
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The melody which burns you deep inside.
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Oh, how the song becomes the singers,
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May peace be ever with you as you ride.
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In the window candles glowing
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Remind you that today you are a child,
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The road ahead, forever rolling,
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And anything worth cryin¡¯ can be smiled.
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So ride, ride ¡®em Jewboy,
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Ride ¡®em all around the old corral.
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I¡¯m, I¡¯m with you boy
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If I¡¯ve got to ride six million miles.
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Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,
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Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
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Ride ¡®em Jewboy
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| Kinky Friedman |
