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Come ride with me cowboys
I'll tell you a story Out where the whoopin' cranes fly I'll show you the white bones Of giants, in sandstone Out where the wind never dies Come sit by the campfire I'll sing you a sad song Of rivers, that never, return Play soft on the mouth harp Strum slow on the guitar And leave all the memories to burn Roll on... Niobrara Roll on... Niobrara Roll on... I'll show you the bright shinin' Ribbon of silver That flows through the sand hills at dawn I'll find you the places Where clear water races Before all the traces are gone Roll on... Niobrara Roll on... Niobrara Roll on... So pack up the bedrolls And cinch up the saddles And head for the red mornin' skies We'll sing one more song For the wild Niobrara Out where the wind never dies Roll on... Niobrara Roll on... Niobrara Goodbye... |
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