This song is a favorite of the Sundance Trail staff.

Artist: Bing Crosby and 10,000 others; Lyrics: Cole Porter

Wildcat Kelly, looking mighty pale,
Was standing by the Sheriff’s side.
And when the Sheriff said:
I’m sending ya to jail,
Wildcat raised his head and cried:

Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above,
Don’t fence me in.
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love,
Don’t fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the evenin’ breeze,
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees,
Send me off forever but I ask you please,
Don’t fence me in.

Just turn me loose,
let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies.
On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise.
I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
And I can’t look at hovels and I can’t stand fences
Don’t fence me in.

Wildcat Kelly, back in town again,
Was standing by his sweetheart’s side.
And when his sweetheart said:
It’s time to settle down,
Wildcat raised his head and cried:

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