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I'm heading for the last roundup |
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Gonna saddle old Paint for the last time and ride |
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So long, old pal, it's time your tears were dried |
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I'm heading for the last roundup. |
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CHORUS: |
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Git along little doggie, git along, git along |
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Git along little doggie, git along, git along |
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Git along little doggie, git along, git along |
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Git along little doggie, git along, git along |
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I'm heading for the last roundup |
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To the far away ranch of the Boss in the sky |
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Where the strays are counted and branded there go I |
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I'm heading for the last roundup |
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(CHORUS) |
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I'm heading for the last roundup |
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There'll be Buffalo Bill with his long snow-white hair |
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There'll be old Kit Carson and Custer waiting there |
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A-riding in the last roundup |
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(CHORUS) |
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(repeat 1st verse) |