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I want to be a cowboy's sweetheart, I want to learn to rope and ride
I want to ride o'er the plains and deserts out west of the great divide
I want to hear the coyotes howling while the sun sets in the west
I want to be a cowboy's sweetheart, that's the life I love the best
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Ridin' Down the Canyon
04:05
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Ridin' down the canyon, to watch the sun go down
A picture, that no artist ever could paint
White faced cattle lowin' on the mountain side
I hear a coyote whinin' for its mate
Cactus plants are bloomin', sagebrush every where
Granite spires are standin' all around
I tell you folks it's Heaven, to be ridin' down the trail
When the desert sun goes down
When evening chores are over at our ranch house on the plain
And all I've got to do is lay around
I saddle up, my pony and I ride off down the trail
To watch the desert sun go down
Ridin' down the canyon, to watch the sun go down
A picture that no artist ever could paint
White faced cattle lowin' on the mountain side
I hear a coyote whinin' for its mate
Cactus plants are bloomin', sagebrush every where
Granite spires are standin' all around
I tell you folks it's Heaven, to be ridin' down the trail
When the desert sun goes down
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Desert Night Intro
00:19
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Desert Night
03:05
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There's an Arizona Moon shinin' bright
Ridin high above a blue desert night
Like some long forgotten tune winds have strayed
To bring their desert serenade
And in my dreams, I can see you standing there
When the beauty of the night was like a prayer
And my lonely heart will dream in its glow
Of a desert night and you long ago
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Blue Shadows
03:10
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Arizona moon keep shining
From the desert sky above
You know pretty soon
That big yellow moon
Will light the way back to the one you love
Blue shadows on the trail
Little cowboy, close your eyes and dream
All of the doggies are in the corral
All of your work is done
Just close your eyes and dream little pal
Dream of someone
Blue shadows on the trail
Soft wind blowing through the trees above
All the other little cowboys
Back in the bunkhouse now, so
Close your eyes and dream
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Ride, Cowgirl, Ride
03:20
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Its 1911 at the Pendleton Roundup. Everybody's watching a black buckeroo.
I'll tell you how he won a prize saddle
The judge tried to cheat him
But the people came through
George Fletcher's cowboy hat
Who'll give me five dollars for a piece of that
To buy him a saddle that he should have won
At the roundup out in Pendleton
George took the long road to Oregon
The Umatilla people taught him to ride
He learned their ways and he learned their tongue
He entered the arena and the tribe took pride
George Fletcher's cowboy hat
Who'll give me five dollars for a piece of that
To buy him a saddle that he should have won
At the roundup out in Pendleton
Well first prize went to a man who broke a rule
"But he's white," said the judge, "that's what we're gonna do."
The crowd rose up against his decision
George is the champion, that black buckeroo
Well Sheriff Ty Taylor cut George's hat to pieces
Sold each scrap the the people in the crowd
Raised $700 to buy a prize saddle
The people of Pendleton shouted it loud
George Fletcher's cowboy hat
Who'll give me five dollars for a piece of that
To buy him a saddle that he should have won
At the roundup out in Pendleton
George Fletcher's cowboy hat
Who'll give me five dollars for a piece of that
To buy him a saddle that he should have won
At the roundup here in Pendleton
George Fletcher's cowboy hat
"I'll give you five dollars for a piece of that."
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Ride, Tenderfoot, Ride
03:16
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Ride, tenderfoot, ride tonight
See the old range riders there at your side tonight
They're good company, so if you wanna be a cowgirl then you gotta
Ride, tenderfoot ride
You gotta hit the trail in Oklahoma when the moon is pale
And get to Texas with the morning mail
'fore you can be a cowgirl
You gotta rope and throw, you gotta get your share of buffalo
And win the money at the rodeo
'fore you can be a cowgirl
(yodeling)
You gotta tend your cattle the best you can
And drink straight whiskey from an old tin can and
Ride, tenderfoot, ride tonight
See the old range riders there at your side tonight
They're good company, so if you wanna be a cowgirl then you gotta
Ride, tenderfoot ride
You gotta hit the trail in Oklahoma when the moon is pale
And get to Texas with the morning mail
'fore you can be a cowgirl
You gotta rope and throw, you gotta get your share of buffalo
And win the money at the rodeo
'fore you can be a cowgirl
(yodeling)
You gotta tend your cattle the best you can
And get that pale face nice and tan and
Ride, tenderfoot, ride tonight
See the old range riders there at your side tonight
They're good company, so if you wanna be a cowgirl then you gotta
Ride, tenderfoot, ride
You gotta ride, tenderfoot, ride
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Tumblin' Tumbleweeds
02:46
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I'm a rovin' cowgirl
Ridin' all day long
Tumbleweeds around me
Sing their lonely song
Nights beneath the prairie moon
I'll ride alone and sing a tune
See them tumblin' down
Pledging their love to the ground
Lonely but free I'll be found
Drifting along with the tumblin' tumbleweeds
Cares of the past are behind
Nowhere to go but I'll wind
Just where the trail will wind
Drifting along with the tumblin' tumbleweeds
I'll know when night is gone
That a new world's born at dawn
I'll keep rolling along
Deep in my heart is a song
Here on the range I belong
Driftin' along with the tumblin' tumbleweeds
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Pancho Intro
00:59
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Pancho
04:09
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Ni’-ka me-si’-ka klat’-a-wa nan-itsh Pancho
Ni’-ka me-si’-ka klat’-a-wa nan-itsh Pancho
Ni’-ka me-si’-ka klat’-a-wa nan-itsh Pancho
When I was young I dreamed of riding Pancho
But mama said that stallion was too wild
He was for a man to ride but not right for a child
Pancho was a palomino, beautiful in stride
Some say he was the finest horse in all the countryside
On cue he'd whinny and rear just like trigger
Uncle Fred could whistle up a horse that strayed out from the herd
The sound of his whistle through the trees was good as any bird's
Sometimes he'd call in the old jargon tongue
Ni’-ka me-si’-ka klat’-a-wa nan-itsh Pancho
Ni’-ka me-si’-ka klat’-a-wa nan-itsh Pancho
Why don't you and me, we go and take a look at Pancho
When Uncle Fred would go and saddle Pancho
And feed out oats and hay, he'd look at me and say
"Why don't you and me, we go and take a look at Pancho"
Ni’-ka me-si’-ka klat’-a-wa nan-itsh Pancho
He'd say Ni’-ka me-si’-ka klat’-a-wa nan-itsh Pancho
Why don't you and me, we go and take a look at Pancho
Chah-ko nu-ha, chako klat’-a-wa nu-ha
Chah-ko nu-ha, chako klat’-a-wa nu-ha
And Pancho'd come a-racing across the field
Chah-ko nu-ha, chako klat’-a-wa nu-ha
Chah-ko nu-ha, chako klat’-a-wa nu-ha
And Pancho'd come a-racing across the field
Ni’-ka me-si’-ka klat’-a-wa nan-itsh Pancho
He'd say Ni’-ka me-si’-ka klat’-a-wa nan-itsh Pancho
And Pancho'd come a-racing across the field
And Pancho'd come a-racing across the field
"..."Ni’-ka me-si’-ka klat’-a-wa nan-itsh Pancho..."
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16. |
Cafe Vaquero Intro
00:49
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Cafe Vaquero
03:30
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18. |
Maria Intro
01:36
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They Call the Wind Maria
04:10
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A-way out here they've got a name for rain and wind and fire
The rain is Tess, the fire's Joe, and they call the wind Maria
Maria blows the stars around and sets the clouds a flyin'
Maria makes the mountains sound like folks was out there dyin'
Maria, Maria
They call the wind Maria
Maria was my mother's name
The west called Pa here one day
She followed him, then died out here
I grew up knowing his ways
I wash the clothes, the dust whips up
The baby's sick since Sunday
We're short on feed, my man is gone
I'm gonna leave here someday
Maria, Maria
They call the wind Maria
A-way out here they've got a name for rain and wind and fire
The rain is Tess, the fire's Joe, and they call the wind Maria
Maria, Maria
They call the wind Maria
Maria
Maria
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20. |
Yodelin' Cowhand Intro
00:25
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Yodelin' Cowhand
02:15
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22. |
The General Intro
00:16
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Even Cowgirls Intro
00:53
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28. |
Aging Cowgirl Intro
00:23
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Susan Applegate, vocals
Shannon Applegate, vocals
Esther Stutzman,
vocals
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Stacey Atwell-Keister, vocals
Linda Danielson, fiddle
Liz Crain, bass
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