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Biscuits in the saddle For David A dream to be framed wild horses to be tamed Cowboy driving a herd a guitar on your back biscuits in the saddle bag A warm fire in the camp with songs by the lamp You sleep under the stars there’s no gun by your side Just the dreams of the nite Ride Cowboy ride Through The rainbows in the sky Your saddle has wings And your guitar sings Fly cowboy fly The green fields of paradise Your life was not a lie Your soul will never die Horseshoes in the sand Where no one owns the land You sleep above the stars Your guitar plays a new song And we can sing along Ride Cowboy ride Through The rainbows in the sky Your saddle has wings And your guitar sings Fly cowboy fly The green fields of paradise Your life was not a lie Your soul will never die