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Rise up, cowboy. Ride on! Rise up, cowboy. Ride on! Rise up, cowboy. Ride on! Rise up, cowboy. Ride on! One more round for the old leather hide. Chaps a flapping in the warm prairie breeze. Saddled with the weight, yet still wants to ride. Won't give up the fight, won't bend to his knees. Men, women, children hushed as he enters town. Gonna fight the the bad guy, sing a song, beat the cheat. He's getting off his high horse, about to get down. What new lick or trick will make our life complete? [full refrain] Rise up, cowboy. Ride on! Your wanderlust will take you to the edge of whim. Rise up, cowboy. Ride on! Do some good before your wick is trimmed. There's power in the sage roots that he's eaten. There's might in poems he writes and songs he plays. With virtue in his heart, he can't be beaten. With confidence, he conquers night and day. No one else can catch the wind with such a flair. No one else can send the rustlers out to graze. Heels digging deep into the gut of his gray mare, He rides the clouds in most peculiar ways. [full refrain] A big fat sack of lofty tales and passing hours lies buried in a hole beneath the current waves. Stories of bone and flesh and blood, so sweet and sour; wooliness and holiness expressed in many ways. [full refrain] [partial refrain] Lyrics and music © 2005 Richard Schletty
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