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Old Paint
My horses ain't hungry, they'll not eat your hay; My wagon is loaded and rolling away.
My foot in my stirrup, my reins in my hand; Good-morning, young lady, my horses won't stand.
Goodbye, Old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne. Goodbye, Old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne. |
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