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« Cowboys and indians »
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Hello, everybody. It’s TV-Time! Off we go.


I’ve got a holster for my gun.
Silver spurs on my boots.
I’ll be ready when they come.
God help the first one that shoots!

I guess I’ll never change...
’Cause I was born on the range.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.

Heyup!

I won’t make Custer’s mistake;
He didn’t finish all his beans.
Sometimes I get the shakes.
Wish I was back in New Orleans!

I guess I’ll never change...
’Cause I was born on the range.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.

Hands up! Golly!

Howdy, pardner.

I guess I’ll never change...
’Cause I was born on the range.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.

Oh, no. We don’t stand a chance!

This could be my last stand:
War paint and colors everywhere.
Aw, shucks! My Winny just did jam!
No Redskin’s gonna trim my hair!

I guess I’ll never change...
’Cause I was born on the range.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.

Now tell them the true story - Cowboys and Indians.
How the west was really won. Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.