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Don't
you realize,
My little Buckaroo,
That it was from a little acorn,
That the Oak tree grew?
And remember that your dad,
Was once a kid like you.
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So go to sleep,
My little Buckaroo.
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Soon you're gonna ride the
range,
Like grown up cowboys do.
Now it's time that you were roundin' up,
A dream or two.
So go to sleep,
My little Buckaroo.
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Version
2
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Oo, oo, oo, oo,
Soon you're gonna ride the range
Like grown up cowboys do
Now it's time that you were rounding
Up a dream or two
So go to sleep,
My little Buckaroo.
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Credits
Wayne & Angie Palmer
Enchante
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"Growing enchbyench"