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I'd never get cooped up in a cigar tube out of necessity out in that great open empty airless space. Not even here on earth in a solitary jail cell. Here;s my desire, as a country boy:

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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,
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
Gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
I can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences
Don't fence me in.

No sir-ree! No fences, no cramping, no squeezing in a tube, but lots and lots of elbow room, my FRiend!

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=KNtEkP_lObk

Actually, I’d really be humbled and ecstatic if I were asked to go into “that great empty airless space”.

I’m talking about a “generation ship” as described in science fiction novels. Some stories had them so large that the terminal generation didn’t realize they were on a ship.