: And now the purple dusk of twilight time Steals across the meadow of my heart High up in the sky the little stars climb Always reminding me that we
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: Oh, step aside, y'all ornery tenderfeet Cause I'm about to sing my song I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande But my legs ain't bowed, and my cheeks
: Didn't he ramble, didn't he ramble He rambled all around, in and out of town Didn't he ramble, didn't he ramble He rambled till the butcher cut him
: Lazybones, sleeping in the sun How you 'spect to get your day's work done? Never get your day's work done Sleeping in the new day's sun Lazybones,
: I have often walked down this street before But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before All at once am I several stories high Knowing I'm
: South American stories tell of a girl who's quite a dream The beauty of her race Though you'll doubt all the stories and think the tales are just a
: I look at them shuffle and the shuffle come down Ramblin' and scramblin' and a-headin' for town Hoppin' and boppin' and a-buzzin' around Happily awaitin
: Do you hear that whistle down the line? I figure that it's engine number forty-nine She's the only one that'll sound that way On the Atchison, Topeka
: Somewhere, someday We'll be close together, wait and see Oh, by the way, this time the dream's on me You'll take my hand And you'll look at me adoringly
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Didn't he ramble, didn't he ramble He rambled all around, in and out of town Didn't he ramble, didn't he ramble He rambled till the butcher cut him down
Oh, step aside, y'all ornery tenderfeet Cause I'm about to sing my song I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande But my legs ain't bowed, and my cheeks
