DON'T FENCE ME IN
(learned from hearing Bing Crosby radio broadcasts and records in the early 1940s;
Oh, give me land, lots of land, under starry skies above,
(from miriam berg's folksong collection)
Don't fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the country that I love,
Don't fence me in.
I want to be by myself in the evening breeze,
Listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees,
Send me off forever but I ask you, please,
Don't fence me in.
Just turn me loose, let me straddle my own saddle underneath the western skies;
On my cayuse let me wander over yonder 'til I see the mountains rise;
I want to ride to the ridge where the West commences,
Gaze at the moon until I lose my senses,
Can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences,
Don't fence me in.