.Dobe Bill, he went a-riding
Through the canyon, in the glow
Of a quiet Sunday morning
From the town of Angelo
Ridin' easy on that pinto
That he dearly loved to straddle,
With a six-gun and sombrero
That was wider than his saddle
And he's hummin' as he's go.
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