The Guide
There's a differnt kind of cowboy, that you hardly ever see,
You won't find him in the movies, or see him on tv.
He don't wear no fancy Stetson,no buckles made of gold,
His hands are often dirty, and his clothes usually old.
If you meet him in the city, he might hardly say a thing,
But those who think him surely should greet him where he's king.
You've got to go up riding, where it's high, wild and free,
To see his long, togh pack string, cross an icy stream.
Because, high up and lonesome is where he lives to be,
High up and lonesome, with the eagles flyin' high above the trees.
High up and lonesome, you can see, see, and see!!
You won't find him in the movies, or see him on tv.
He don't wear no fancy Stetson,no buckles made of gold,
His hands are often dirty, and his clothes usually old.
If you meet him in the city, he might hardly say a thing,
But those who think him surely should greet him where he's king.
You've got to go up riding, where it's high, wild and free,
To see his long, togh pack string, cross an icy stream.
Because, high up and lonesome is where he lives to be,
High up and lonesome, with the eagles flyin' high above the trees.
High up and lonesome, you can see, see, and see!!
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