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That's the Life for Me
Give me the open range before me and blue sky overhead, a boulder for a pillor and pine needles for a bed, a brook that's babbling merrily to sing a melody, a catch of fish for supper, and that's the life for me. Oh, you can have your crowded cities with the streets so big and wide, I'll take the grassy praires where the wild deer run and hide, with cool breezes flowing o'er me and my heart from cares set free, give me the open range, for that's the life for me.-J. Rogers
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