Let 'er buck, a story of the passing of the old West . us your Round-Up song, Jock, before this ercorral puts up the bars for the night. All r-r-right, boys— My Heart Goes Back to DearOld Pendleton. Now, you fellers put some high-lifeinto this chorus. Make it snappy Mister-r-r Piano-puncher-r-r; put a handle on it and tur-r-rn it. Now Ive sailed the sea, Ive seen gay Paree,Ive seen the sights of old London. Though Im far away,I never stray from that dear old town I was born in; 131 LET ER BUCK Now once evry year theres one town looks dear,Pendleton, you know the town;My heart seems to cling, s
Let 'er buck, a story of the passing of the old West . us your Round-Up song, Jock, before this ercorral puts up the bars for the night. All r-r-right, boys— My Heart Goes Back to DearOld Pendleton. Now, you fellers put some high-lifeinto this chorus. Make it snappy Mister-r-r Piano-puncher-r-r; put a handle on it and tur-r-rn it. Now Ive sailed the sea, Ive seen gay Paree,Ive seen the sights of old London. Though Im far away,I never stray from that dear old town I was born in; 131 LET ER BUCK Now once evry year theres one town looks dear,Pendleton, you know the town;My heart seems to cling, so thats why I singOf Pendletons Round-Up renown. Weve fairs evrywhere, some good, some just fair,Some towns went broke when twas over. But there wont come a timeThat this town dont shine, when her people wont be in clover;Her women are fair, her business men fellowship night and day;From the mayor to the cop, shes always on top,A hummer, a dinger, shes there. CHORUS For my heArl goes back to dear old Pendleton, Thats the on-ly place for. MILLING WITH THE NIGHT HERD Chey-enne, But take a lit - tie tip from me. For
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