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Yaaaaa! |
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To my rideo, to my rodeo |
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It was the fourth day of October-o |
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I hitched my team in order-o |
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To reach the hills of Saludio |
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To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo |
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To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo |
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To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo |
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To my rideo, to my rodeo |
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To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo |
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I pop my whip and I bring the blood |
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I make my leaders take the mud |
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We grab the wheels and we turn them around |
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One long pull and we're on hard ground. |
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To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo |
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To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo |
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To my rideo, to my rodeo |
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To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo |
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When I got there the hills were steep |
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'T would make any tender person weep |
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To hear me course and pop my whip(aw!) |
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And see my oxen pull and slip. |
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To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo |
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To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo |
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To my rideo, to my rodeo |
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To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo. |
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When I get home I'll have revenge |
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I'll have my family, I'll have my friends |
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I'll bid adieu to the whip and the line |
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And drive no more in the wintertime |
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To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo |
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To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo |
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To my rideo, to my rodeo |
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To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo. |
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