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Through rocky arroyos so dark and
so deep,
Down the sides of the mountains so slipp'ry and steep,
Your judgment is good and surefooted you go,
You're a safety conveyance,
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my cow hourse, Chopo. Chopo,my
pony, oh, Chopo my pride!
Chopo,my amigo,Chopo I will ride,
From the Mexican border cross the Texas Llano, to the Saint
Pecos River I ride you,Chopo.
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