There's a young man that I know, who's age is twen-ty one.
Comes from down in south-ern Col-o-rad-o.
Just out of the serv-ice, he's look-in' for his fun.
Some-day soon, go-in' with him. Some-day soon.
My par-ents can not stand him, cause he, rides the rod-e-o.
My fath-er says that he will leave me cry-in'.
I would foll-ow him right down, the rough-est road I know.
Some-day soon go-in' with him. Some-day soon.
But when he comes to call, my pa, ain't got a good word to say.
Guess it's cause he's just as wild, in his young-er days.
So blow you ol' blue north-ern. Blow my love to me.
He's rid-in' in to-night from Cal-i-forn-ia.
He loves his damned old rod-e-o. As much as he loves me.
Some-day soon, go-in' with him. Some-day soon.
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But when he comes to call, my pa, ain't got a good word to say.
Guess it's cause he's just as wild, in his young-er days.
So blow you ol' blue north-ern. Blow my love to me.
He's rid-in' in to-night from Cal-i-forn-ia.
He loves his damned old rod-e-o. As much as he loves me.
Some-day soon, go-in' with him. Some-day soon.
Some-day soon, go-in' with him... Some-day soon. |
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