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Verse D Some folks like the city Em Grass thats curried smooth and green A7 Theaters and stranglin collars D Wagons run by gas olene But for me its hawse and saddle Em Everyday without a change A7 And the dessert sun a blazin D On a hundred miles of range G A7 Just a ridin, a ridin D Em Dessert riplin in the sun................. G Em Mountains blue along the skyline A7 D I don't envey anyone when I'm riden When my feet is in my stirrups Em And my hawse is on the bust A7 With his hooves a flashin lightnin D In a cloud of golden dust And the bawl-in of the cattle Em Is a com-in down the wind A7 Then a finer life than riden D Would be mighty hard to find G A7 Just a ridin, a ridin D Em Spittin long cracks thru the air............. G Em Stirrin up a baby cyclone A7 D Rippin up the prickly pear when I'm ridin I don't need no art exhibits Em When the sunset does her best A7 Painting ever-lasting glory D On the moun-tains to the west And your opry sounds so foolish Em When the night-bird starts his tune A7 And the desserts silver mounted D By the touches of the moon G A7 Just a ridin, a ridin D Em Who can envy kings and czars.............. G Em When the coyotes down the valley A7 D Are a singin to the stars when i'm ridin When my last long trail is ended Em And my final bacons curled A7 And the last great roundups finished D At the home ranch of the world I don't want no harps nor halos Em Robes nor other dressed up things A7 Just let me ride the starry ranges D On a spotted horse with wings G A7 Just a ridin, a ridin D Em Nothin I'd like half so well.............. G Em As a roundin up the sinners A7 D That have wondered out of hell and a ridin, Just a ridin
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