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[id:$00000000] |
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[ar:] |
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[ti:] |
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He was just a Texas cowhand |
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One that knew his stuff |
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His eyes were black |
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His face was tan |
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His hands were broad and rough |
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He was tough as an old buzzsaw |
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All the boys stayed shy |
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For they all knew his aim was true |
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He'd shoot at the wink of an eye |
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One night with that plains around us |
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He met with a rustlers band |
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As the flames leaped high on his old camp fire |
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He fell with a gun in his hand |
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We rolled out of bed the next morning |
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We dug a grave in the sand |
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When we found stretched out on the ground |
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This brave and lonely cowhand |
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We buried him on the prairie |
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Wrapped in an old cowhide |
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By the light of the moon we wrote on his tomb |
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Another cowhand's last ride |
