Roy Rogers, The Sons Of The Pioneers - Billy The Kid

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Born to the saddle with the West in my heart
My eyes to the prairie skies
With a happy song as I jog along
Born to the saddle am I
Born to the splendour and the charm of the Plains
I’m free as the birds that fly
And I find romance in the broad expanse
Born to the saddle am I
The life I lead is fine indeed
My cares don’t mean a thing
I’ll greet each day with a grin and say
It’s grand to live and be able to sing
Born to the saddle with a song on my lips
In tune with the winds that sigh
And I’ll never change as I ride the range
Born to the saddle am I