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An old pickup truck |
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Means you're down on your luck anymore |
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And boots and straw hats |
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Are just a thing of the past anymore |
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And ever since Whelan I cant find no one |
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To buy into sad country songs |
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And tell me who's gonna ride us away |
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When the last cowboy's gone? |
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Is there a place I can find |
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Any three quarter time anymore? |
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Is there a dirty jukebox |
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That spins on a dime anymore? |
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They changed all the words |
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And the cowgirls they all sing along |
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But tell me who's gonna ride them away |
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When the last cowboy is gone? |
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If John Wayne, Gene and Roy |
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Are now just some cowboys |
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That yesterday stampeded on |
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And tell me who's gonna ride us away |
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Who's gonna do it that way |
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Does everything good have to change |
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'Til the last cowboy is gone? |
