My Rifle, My Pony and Me

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The sun is sink-ing in the west

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The cat-tle go down to the stream

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The red-wing set-tles in the nest

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It’s time for a cow-boy to dream

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Purp-le light in the can-yon

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That is where I long to be

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With my three good com-pa-nions

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Just my rif-le, my po-ny and me

Gonna hang my sombrero
On the limb of a tree
Coming home sweet my darling
Just my rifle, my pony and me

Whippoorwill in the willow
Sings a sweet melody
Riding to Amarillo
Just my rifle, my pony and me

No more cows to be ropin’
No more strays will I see
‘Round the bend she’ll be waitin’
For my rifle, my pony and me
For my rifle, my pony and me