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as the breeze and I ride where I please
Saddle tramp.
I might even wind up in Idaho
And visit a cute little miss
A sweet little someone I used to know
And I
as the breeze and I ride where I please
Saddle tramp.
I might even wind up in Idaho
And visit a cute little miss

A sweet little someone I used to know
as the breeze and I ride where I please
Saddle tramp.
I might even wind up in Idaho
And visit a cute little miss

A sweet little someone I used to know
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again

Ridin' into town alone by the light of the moon
I'm lookin' for
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again

Ridin' into town alone by the light of the moon
I'm lookin' for
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again

Ridin' into town alone by the light of the moon
I'm lookin' for
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again

Ridin' into town alone by the light of the moon
I'm lookin' for
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again

Ridin' into town alone by the light of the moon
I'm lookin' for
I'm back!
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back!
I'm back in the saddle again

Ridin' into town alone by the light of the moon
I'm lookin' for
Fred: too bad I got your beans in my bag, stuck-up sucka', korny motherfucka'.
Takin' over flows is the limp pimp, need a bizkit to save this crew from
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again

Ridin' into town alone by the light of the moon
I'm lookin' for
I wanna know your ways
By: Fred Hammond

(Verse 1)
Here I stand before you
Your glory is here
And it fills this place
And I am willing to
Do what I
I'm back!
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back!
I'm back in the saddle again

Ridin' into town alone by the light of the moon
I'm lookin' for
range. I hear my Master's call
Yes, I am going home, boys, when the work's all done this fall

Fred, you take my saddle. Jim, you take my bed
Johnny, take
Pullin' back the reins 
Trying to remain 
Tall in a saddle 
When all that we had well 
Ran away 
With a will of its own 

I know your soul is wild
Well, He swings in a saddle
He's a real gone cat
With his spanish spurs
And his buckaroo hat
His camps in an old log shack
Way back in the sticks.
He
fly 
Baby wishes have wings and so do I 
I want to ride like the wind 'til the sun sinks low 
Saddle my dreams wherever I go 

By the harvest moon
[Fred] Yeah. This beat here was created in the Hamptons
[Chop] Uughhh!
[Fred] And dropped in Manhattan
[Background:] Hey-o, Hey-o
[Chop] Bad
Lethal. 

Can't mess with Limp Bizkit. 
'Cause we get it on every day and every night. 
So, back it up, you know what I'm saying? 

[Fred]
You don't
upset. 

Short and fat with a fishnet hat, 
And a hungry cat in a nice new flat, with her Scrabble. 
Sits by the phone when she's all alone,
get throwed down
You get right back in the saddle
As soon as you hit the ground
You heard that the tough get goin'
When the goin' gets tough
Around
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up
We holler
got the world by the reins and you've got time on your side
Dream on cowboy there's not a thing in your way now
So don't wait 'til it's too late
like to feel frisky
Maybe it's just because you like to feel free

Saddle tramp, how many people watch you ridin' by?
Like a thunder cloud that
on the shoulder said, "Thanks for stopping by."
Then I opened up the door and said, "Take care guy!"
He got mad, drew back his arm, and slashed my shirt
I laughed