Ross Knox stood by the round pen gate
Cold in his buckskin steed
Along came his true love, the Lily of the West
Wishing her lover Godspeed
Where are you going, Ross Knox? she said
Where are you going? said she
Oh, I have been commanded
A helmet I must wear
I will ride to another country
To the High Sierra I will ride, my love
Perhaps to the wild Patagonia
But your love will remain in my heart, my dear
So long, Arizona
I've worn this silver belly for many a year
It's truly a part of me
That some damn bureaucrat
Would abrogate a cowboy's hat
Is rank absurdity
To the High Sierra I will ride, my love
Perhaps to the wild Patagonia
And your love will remain in my heart, my dear
It's farewell, Arizona
Ross Knox stood by the round pen gate
Cold in his buckskin steed
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