Put me out to pasture
Leave me in this field where I may lie
You can always come to visit
So you don't have to say goodbye
Bring some carrots for the horses
And a sugar cube for the mare
They know I love to watch them run
But she keeps me company while I'm there
I know that's where I want to be
It's where I'll have the most fun
So put me out to pasture
When my working days are done
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