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Come over here, sonny. Sit down with your Grampa |
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I'll tell you some stories from time long ago |
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'Bout ridin' and ropin' and runnin' cattle |
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When I rode with The Boys from the Bar Double O |
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Handy Jack did tricks with rope that was genius |
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Folks from the town now, they'd just call it quaint |
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I'm tellin you, son, I once saw him lasso |
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A spot off the back of an overo paint |
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On horses, none better than a dark-haired old wrangler |
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For size and good nature was called Gentle Ben |
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He could harness lightnin', neck-rein a cloud burst |
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And once, son, I swear it, he saddled the wind |
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Those were the days, son. Those were the days |
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When we roamed from the Rockies to Old Mexico |
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Singin' to cattle and eatin' trail dust |
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When I rode with The Boys from the Bar Double O |
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Long Tom was a drover who thought just like cattle |
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He had a nose for sniffin' out strays |
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Could start the herd movin' with naught but a whisper |
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And smelled like a heifer on really wet days |
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Those men, they learned me to ride and to wrangle |
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'Bout herdin' and dallies, to hold the rope so |
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I started out tender and had to grow up fast |
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When I rode with The Boys from the Bar Double O |
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I married a pretty girl fresh from the city |
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She thought she'd like ranchin' but she didn't know |
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She'd be home waitin' with chores and the baby |
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While I rode with The Boys from the Bar Double O |
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So stay with me, son, for a summer. I learn ya |
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'Bout ridn' and ropin' - things you should know |
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Just like your ma did when she was your age |
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Taught by The Boys from the Bar Double O |