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The Original Lyrics File

Brian Whitman





A little wrangler was born

I seen him squirming in the saddle all wet and warm

He's such a changeable form in his very first year



Rides on to wrangler school

With a slingshot and a saddlebag

Of hand-me-down tools

Doesn't want to look like a fool

Past the jail without tears



Time machines-- remembered scenes

That a wrangler rides through a passing stream

Time's replaced by a peaceful dream

Wrangler space



He brings his pony to the gate of the school

Feather pens and inkwells of hand-me-down rules

Like trading a pony for an aging mule

He rides away without fear



Time machines-- new routine

That a wrangler rides through a passing dream

And time's replaced by a peaceful stream

Space wrangler space



He gets off at a stranger's place

Where the girls dance different with familiar grace

He's knowing that he found the place

He pours a cold, cold beer



Skoal-- very cold beer

Cheers-- to your friends so near

High-- to dreams so clear

Raise another glass to the dreams so near