I saw her for the first time when the snow was falling down

And Lord she was the cutest thing I've ever seen

Great big green eyes a flashin' ruby lips a smilin'

Well my heart went pitter patter and I knew it was gonna shatter

If I couldn't make that little gal my own

You can sing about your sweet Joly Blon

You can sing about them pretty gals down in Tennessee

You can sing your song about that Yellow Rose of Texas

But the one by the Powder River that runs through old Kaycee

That Wyoming girls the only one for me



I've been around this big country and I've seen a lot of women in my time

Well there ain't none sweeter and there ain't none better

Than this little gal I call mine and I thank you Lord for making her my wife

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