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When he was five old his mom
him down to the round corral
To watch his dad the young horse
They Smokey

Man, did that buck but his old dad, he just sat up there
And rode him like was nothin' to it
And right the boy gained a whole new respect for the man
And that day on he knew that
When he grew up he wanted to be a

At seventeen a dreams ain't all fixin' fences
Once seen 'em ride in old Cheyenne
routine and his old man's schemes
This where his heart is
But you know his understands

When noonday father and son
Sit and eat their dinner beneath that big Wyoming sky
His daddy knows gotta let him go
The boy can't be a if he don't spread his wings and fly

And in his mind he's riding bulls in Las Vegas
Soon he'll be on a train that leads to Fe
Sweet voice of freedom down the ages
And calls another on his way

Well, the fencings done and the morning sun finds him and ready
Momma kissed his and then she went inside
His old man, well, he shook his hand said, "Son you 'em pretty"
Didn't see the that his momma cried

And in his mind he's bulls down in Las Vegas
he's on a train that leads to Santa Fe
Sweet voice of echoes down the ages
And calls cowboy on his way