----- 牛仔歌词综述
HowI'd like to meet you anywhere,Along the sunset trail;And roll with you a cigarette,And hear a range-land tale.I'd like to hear you drawlin' speakThat word that rhymes with cow,And tastes of sage and alkali -That little old word How.I'd like to sight you from a raiseUpon the Big Divide;I bet I'd know you from the way -The reckless way you ride.I bet I'd yell - Aw, blame the luck!I'd give the world jes' now,To hear the pound of hoofbeats andThat little old word How.Fer charmed, I'm sure, and soft handshakeOf high society,Someway, don't never git its ropeUpon the heart o' me.I want to beat you on the back,In joyous, friendly row,And call you names - I want to hearThat little old word How.
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