Oh, give me land, lots of land
un-der star-ry skies a-bove,
Don't fence me in.
Let me ride through the wide o-pen
coun-try that I love;
Don't fence me in.
Let me be by my-self
in the eve-ning bre-eze,
Lis-ten to the mur-mur
of the cot-ton-wood tre-es,
Send me off for-ev-er,
but I ask you ple-ase,
Don't fence me in.
Just turn me lose,
let me strad-dle my old sad-dle
un-der neath the West-ern skies,
On my cay-use,
let me wan-der o-ver yon-der
till I see the moun-tains rise,
I want to ride to the ridge
Where the West com-menc-es,
Gaze at the moon
till I lose my sens-es,
Can't look at hob-bles,
and I can't stand fenc-es,
Don't fence me in.
