Ella Jane Fitzgerald (April 25, 1917 – June 15, 1996), also known as Lady Ella (the First Lady of Song), was one of the most influential jazz singers of the 20th Century, the winner of thirteen Grammy Awards, the National Medal of Art presented by President Reagan and the Presidential Medal of Freedom presented by the elder President Bush. Gifted with a three-octave vocal range, she was noted for her purity of tone, near faultless phrasing and intonation, and a "horn-like" improvisational ability, particularly in her scat singing. Although considered by many to be simply the best, some critics have suggested that, whilst not exactly "phoning in the lyrics", she occasionally failed to put the required emotional investment into her interpretations. She remains, however, one of the most successful, influential and enduringly popular singers of the last century.
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Don’t Fence Me In Lyrics
Ella Fitzgerald
Wildcat kelley, lookin mighty pale,
Was standin by the sherrifs side
And when the sherrif said Im sendin you to jail,
Wildcat raised his head and cried
Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above,
Dont fence me in.
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love,
Dont fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the evenin breeze,
Listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees,
Send me off forever but I ask you please,
Dont 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
Gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
I cant look at hobbles and I cant stand fences
Dont fence me in.
Wildcat kelley, back again in town,
Was standin by his sweethearts side,
And when his sweetheart said come on lets settle down,
Wildcat raised his head and cried
Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies,
Dont fence me in.
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love,
Dont fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the evenin breeze
Listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please,
Dont 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
Gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
I cant look at hobbles and I cant stand fences
Dont..... fence me in.
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Transcription unknown; key correction by john mair.
Edited by cool hand luke