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Well I was born in this valley, on this ranch, I was raised
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I learned to lope, rope and dally, on the S lazy H
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Well the roots of my people, they run deep on this place
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I am sixth generation on the S lazy H
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When it came to the future, I never gave it a thought
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If there were broncs to be broken, endless steers to be caught
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Well my youth, it was carefree, for the work was my play
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And what I loved would always be there on the S lazy H
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I had one beloved sister a few years younger than me
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Before a sole cowboy had kissed her, she left for school in the East
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Me I might have gone to college, might have liked to fly planes
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But my dad, he needed help to run the S lazy H
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So I worked there long-side him, put adult years in this place
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And I gained appreciation, for the lines on his face
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And when mom had grown older, and when dad passed away
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It fell to me to look after the S lazy H
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By now my sister she had married a sharp attorney back East
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We didn’t see eye to eye but, I did my best to make peace
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What did they see when they looked over, over the fence one fine day
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They saw a whole lot of value in the S lazy H
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So after thought and assessment, the court awarded them half
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And no cow-calf operation carries that kind of cash
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Well I worked through the numbers, worked them every which way
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Yeah I went through the numbers, oh and boys I’m afraid
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I had to sell twenty sections of the S lazy H
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Sometimes right isn’t equal, sometimes equal’s not fair
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There will soon be rows of houses on that ridge over there
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Many lifetimes of labor will be all but erased
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So shed a tear and look skyward, God help the S lazy H
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The last few years were a struggle, but I gave it my best
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And I tried to go forward on the land that was left
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I have lived with the sorrow and I will die with the shame
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For now the bank owns what’s left of the S lazy H