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I got a hundred and sixty acres in the valley
Got a hundred and sixty acres of the best
Got an old stove there that'll cook three square
And a bunk where I lay me down to rest
Up at dawn to greed the sun I've forgotten what a care or worry means
Head for home when day is done with my pocket money jinglin' in my jeans
I got a hundred and sixty acres full of sunshine
Got a hundred and sixty million stars above
Got an old paint hoss I'm the guy who's boss
On the hundred and sixty acres that I love
Up at dawn to greed the sun...
Got an old paint hoss...