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Life Has A Habit Of Not Staying Hitched. You Got To Ride It Like You Find It.

I Worked In Your Orchards Of Peaches And Prunes. I Slept On The Ground In The Light Of The Moon. On The Edge Of The City You'll See Us And Then, We Come With The Dust And We Go With The Wind.

A Song Ain't Nothing But A Conversation Fixed Up To Where You Can Talk It Over And Over Without Getting Tired Of It.

All Of You Cowboys, Fight For Your Land.

Life Has Got A Habit Of Not Standing Hitched. You Got To Ride It Like You Find It. You Got To Change With It. If A Day Goes By That Don't Change Some Of Your Old Notions For New Ones, That Is Just About Like Trying To Milk A Dead Cow.