| Rayburn Crane he rode these mountains
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| like the streams he rode 'em through
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| Through the Farewell Gap and the Franklin Lakes
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| Up North to Chagupa Plateau
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| With the government men and the hunters and the dudes
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| And the leaders of the business world
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| Yah, Rayburn Crane was a packhorse man
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| And a mighty good hand with a mule.
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| Rayburn Crane, Rayburn Crane
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| The Mountains and the Valleys and the Trees
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| Remember your name.
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| He rode 45 years through the mountains and the
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| valleys just a-pullin' them strings of mules
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| And the ropes and the chaps and the halters & the
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| saddles well these were Rayburn’s tools
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| Sittin' down at night by the firelight talkin'
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| and a-pullin' at the whiskers on his chin
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| You didn’t need no music when Rayburn went to talkin'
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| 'bout the mountains and the packhorse men.
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| Rayburn Crane, Rayburn Crane
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| The Mountains and the Valleys and the Trees
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| Remember your name.
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| Well the business men they bought these
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| mountains for a big time ski resort
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| An Ol' Rayburn he’s gone down to die
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| in a Three Rivers' trailer court
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| And the canvas-flapjack-cooktent moans
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| with the bushes and the trees in the wind
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| 'Cause there ain’t no place in a ski resort
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| for a mule skinnin' packhorse man.
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| Rayburn Crane, Rayburn Crane
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| The Mountains and the Valleys and the Trees
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| Remember your name.
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| Rayburn Crane, Rayburn Crane
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| The Mountains and the Valleys and the Trees
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| Remember your name. |