|Can't look at hobbles, and I |can't stand fences < (instrumental)

|Don't fence me |in < (instrumental)

Oh, give me |land, lots of land under |stary 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 off forever, but I |ask you please

|Don't fence me |in

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Just turn me |loose, let me straddle my old

|saddle underneath the western |skies |~

On my cay|use, let me wander over

|yonder 'til I see the mountains |rise |~

I want to |ride to the ridge where the |West commences

|Gaze at the moon 'til I |lose my senses

|Can't look at hobbles, and I |can't stand fences

|Don't fence me |in

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|Can't look at hobbles, and I |can't stand fences

|Don't fence me |in