He was born in the little farming town of Winterset
On the new frontier
 a Midwest native son
But his star would shine as bright
 as any star can ever get
And he would cast a giant shadow
 before he was done
Tall in the saddle, 

he went to reap the wild wind
In old California 
and across the Rio Grande
From a stage coach on a big trail
To Rio Bravo and back again
He rode on wings of eagles this quiet man
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