(Cole Porter)      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 hobbles and I can't stand fences   Don't fence me in.      Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies,   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 ) can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences   Don't fence me in.   No.   Poppa, don't you fence me in