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Count 'em out, ride 'em in,
Ride 'em in, count 'em out,
Count 'em out, ride 'em in
Rawhide!
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Originally Posted by O.B.Left
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This is post low point right?
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It is the end of the chorus,
O.B., but it's not the end of the song. More verses follow!
I love the lyrics, energy and heart of this song. I love its primordial rhythm and the insistent crack of the bullwhip's lash. It captures the rigors of the thousand-mile cattle drives of the early West. And, in spirit, it is nothing less than the story of
LBG and its push since 2004.
We're "rollin, rollin', rollin" . . .
"Though the streams are swollen" . . .
"Through rain and wind and weather" . . .
We're "hell bent for leather" . . .
Together to the end of the ride.
