(Cole Porter)
Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above,
Don't fence me in.
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love,
Don't fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the evening breeze,
Listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees.
Send me out forever but I ask you please,
Don't fence me in.
Just turn me loose let me straddle,
My old saddle underneath the western skies.
On my cayuse let me wander over yonder,
Till I see the mountains rise.
I want to ride, to the ridge where the west commences,
Gaze at the moon till I lose my senses.
Can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences,
Don't fence me in.
Just turn me loose let me straddle
My old saddle underneath the western skies.
On my cayuse let me wander over yonder,
Till I see the mountains rise.
Don't fence me in...