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Met a rodeo cowboy in Billings |
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Killing time, trading stories and beer |
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And asked him how he made a living |
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Riding broncs and bull doggin' steers |
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Well, he smiled as he tipped his hat slowly |
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He said, friend, it ain't all like it seems |
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While some folks are makin' a livin' |
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Others are livin' their dreams |
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And some cowboys ride for the buckle |
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Some for the rodeo name |
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Some like the sound or the thrill of the crowd |
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And others got no place to stay |
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Some do it for love and others for money |
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Some ride for glory or fame |
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But through all of my seasons, of all of the reasons |
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I've stayed on this circuit for me |
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He said I've been on this suicide circuit |
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For the best part of fifteen long years |
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Don't let this ol poker face fool you |
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Because beneath it a measure of fear |
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I've been beat, I've been down |
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I've been busted till my body was cryin' with pain |
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Take a couple of days and shake it all off |
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And you do it all over again |
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And some cowboys ride |
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I've stayed on this circuit for me |
