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Just give me land, lots of land, under starry skies above,
Don't fence me in.
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love,
Don't fence me in!
Let me be by myself in the evenin' breezes,
Listen to the murmur of the cottonwood tree-zes,
Send me off forever, and I'll ask you please,
Don't fence me in.

I saw the harbor lights
They only told me we were parting
The same old harbor lights that once brought you to me
I watched the harbor lights
How could I help if tears were starting
Goodbye to tender nights beside the silv'ry sea

I long to hold you near and kiss you just once more

Me and my childhood sweetheart
Have come to the parting of the ways
He still treats me like he did In our baby days.
I'm a little bit older And a little bit bolder
Since both of us were three.
I'm a little more padded Something new has been added
He oughtta take one good look at me
I'm a big girl now

Here's a story of a roaring mining town And the gal who really knew her way around. There's still talk of that event cause the way she came and went. She took the town and turned it upside down.
With her red silk stockings and her green perfume She blew into this man's town with a silver boon. Never was any trouble but she started some soon With her red silk stockings and her green perfume.
Oh the town was growin' And the money was flowin' And the boys were throwin' it around. Oh the red silk stockings and the green perfume.
She was singing a love song in the gamblin' hall. When along came a stranger
He was handsome and tall. He won every last dollar that we had in the room. And the red silk stockings and the green perfume.
Oh the town was growin' And the money was flowin' And the boys were throwin' it around. Oh the red silk stockings and the green perfume.
Oh she promised to meet me by the silvery moon. She was meeting that stranger by the cactus dune. All she left was a memory of a honky tonk tune. And her red silk stockings and her green perfume.
Oh the town was growin' And the money was flowin' And the boys were throwin' it around. For the red silk stockings and the green perfume.

In a town in Sweden by a stream so clear and cool
A boy would sit and fish and dream when he should have been in school.
Now, he couldn't read or write a word but happiness he found
In a little song he heard and here's how it would sound;

Hut-Sut Rawlson on the rillerah and a brawla, brawla sooit,
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the rillerah and a brawla sooit.
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the rillerah and a brawla, brawla sooit,