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| Well I'd get up early in the morning long before daylight So I could feed all the horses With the full moon shinging so bright I'd throw on their blankets and their saddles And get them ready to ride Then I'd stroll back to the camp fire with ole shep by my side (chorus) I miss those Montana roundups Where the air is clean and sky so blue I miss the bloom on the sage brush and the early mornin dew Once more I'd love to go there Where the deer and antelope play to another montana roundup Back to the good old days How I'd love to drink hobo coffee Once again from an old tin cup And eat flapjacks and bacon before the sun comes up How I'd love to chase them doggies And round up all the strays Take me back to the montana roundup Back to the good old days (repeat chorus) (instrumental break) (repeat chorus) |
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