| G | |
| Oh, give me l | and, lots of land under starry skies above |
| D7 | |
| Don’t fence me | in |
| D7 | |
| Let me r | ide through the wide open country that I love |
| G | |
| Don’t fence me | in |
| G7 | |
| Let me be by myself in the | evenin’ breeze |
| C | Cm | |
| And l | isten to the murmur of the c | ottonwood trees |
| G | Cm | |
| S | end me off forever but I | ask you please |
| D7 | G |
| Don’t fence me | in |
| C | |
| Just turn me l | oose, let me straddle my old saddle |
| G | |
| Underneath the western sk | ies |
| C | |
| On my Cay | use, let me wander over yonder |
| G | D7 | |
| Till I see the mountains r | ise |
| G | G7 | |
| I want to r | ide to the ridge where the west comm | ences |
| C | Cm | |
| And g | aze at the moon till I l | ose my senses |
| G | Cm | |
| And I c | an’t look at hovels and I c | an’t stand fences |
| D7 | G |
| Don’t fence me | in |
| D7 | G |
| Don’t fence me | in |
