Don't fence me in

Colorado, where I live now, is part of the American West, complete with cowboys, ghost towns, and wide open spaces. I found a noble steed to ride into the sunset. Ok, really it's a balloon horse but it was just my size and I am new here…

Here's an old Bing Crosby song about the West that might have been written just right for me:

Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above,
Don't fence me in.
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love,
Don't fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze,
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees,
Send me off forever but I ask you please,
Don't fence me in.

Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies.
On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise.

I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
And I can't look at hovels and I can't stand fences
Don't fence me in.