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Round-up in the Sky(Bob Nolan)
Farewell, old range, my work is thru, There’s a Round-up in the sky. I give my pony back to you, There’s a Round-up in the sky. Gonna burn my brand on the silv’ry hide Of a shootin’ star and take a ride To the land beyond the Great Divide, To the Round-up in the sky.
Git along, dogie, up the trail, high-tail, Git along, dogie, there’s a Round-up in the sky.
I see them gathered ‘round the moon, There’s a Round-up in the sky. I guess they know I’ll be there soon, There’s a Round-up in the sky. I hate to leave, old pal, but still I just can’t wait for the night until I’ll be herdin’ stars with Buff’lo Bill, There’s a Round-up in the sky.
Git along, dogie, up the trail, high-tail, Git along, dogie, there’s a Round-up in the sky.
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