Slim Whitman
im casting my lasso towards the sky
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I'm casting my lasso way up towards the sky
Hoping my loop lands on a star
I'm casting my lasso way up there on high
Hoping it reaches that far
I'm going to keep on trying till I find my rainbows end
I know it's somewhere hiding just around the bend
Someday I'll be riding that new range by and by
I'm casting my lasso towards the sky
I'm casting my lasso way up towards the sky
Hoping my loop will carry true
I'm casting my lasso way up there on high
Up toward the heaven so blue
Old pards that left before me all are watching while I ride
Up there in heaven's round up across the great divide
There up there riding I'm join them by and by
I'm casting my lasso towards the sky
- Album:
- Twilight On The Trail
- Miscellaneous
- Greatest Hits
- Una Paloma Blanca: The Best of Slim Whitman
- The Greatest
- The Very Best of Slim Whitman: 50th Anniversary Collection
- 20 Golden Greats
- Country Classics
- 50 Golden Country Hits
- Memories... Are Made of This, Part 2
- Legends of Country: 27 All Time Favourite Country Hits
- Great Jukebox Favourites
- The Man With the Singing Guitar, Volume 2
- Jukebox Hits of 1958, Volume 3
- Classic Country: Honky-Tonkin’: 1952-1957
- Hits That Live Forever: 1950s
- 50 Original Tracks
- Country USA: 1952
- Mars Attacks!
- Old Fashioned Love Songs