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Keep moving, moving, moving, though they're disapproving,
Keep them doggies moving, Rawhide!
Through rain and wind and weather, go hell for leather
Soon we'll be living, high and w-i-ide...
Good vittles, love and kissing, all the things I'm missing,
Wishing my girl was by my s-i-i-de...
My heart's calculating, my true love will be waiting,
Waiting at the end of my ride.
Move em on
Head em' up!
Head em up
Move em on!
Move em on
Head em' up!
Rawhide! |
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