(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...