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| Guys like us, that work on ranches, are the loneliest guys in the world. | |
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| that's it, that's it! now tell how it is with us. | |
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| ...they belong no place, have no family and work up stake then blow it once the're in town. | |
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| with us it ain't like that. We got a future. We got eachother and we ain't going to blow our stake! | |
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