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 with 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 until I loose my senses
I can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences
Don't fence me in.


Note: In spite of what songwriters and TV weather men might say, let me remind everyone that THERE IS ONLY ONE SKY. THE WORD DOES NOT LEND ITSELF TO "PLURALIZATION", unless, of course, you are referring to other celestial bodies, like Mars or the moon, as well.

I learned this one from a Bing Crosby record.

Sakurai-san, so- ja aremasen, so omoemasu. Tabun Roy Rogers o-nahnji desu. Sa-a-a-a, pari wakarunai.