If He'd Be a Buckaroo If he'd be a buckaroo by his trade I'd have him a hondoo ready made And if he throws his turns on right He'll have my hondoo every night If he'd be a preacher by his trade I'd have him a pulpit ready made I'll take his bible in my hand Together we'll go to the promised land If he'd be a shepherding by his trade I'd have him a corral all ready made If ever he want to separate He can go through my dodging gate If he'd be a sailor by his trade I'd have him a ship all ready made With him to row and me to steer To bring him a cargo once a year SOF
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