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Rode hard and put up wet, I ain't down but I can't get up yet |
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It's a long ride back to the way I want to feel |
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Sun down across the plain, I've been sore before I'll be sore again |
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No place to hide to keep from runnin' |
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Laid down in the cottonwood hollow though I left a trail no man could follow, |
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Is it safe to rest my head again till morning |
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Cracked throat and my canteen's dry and |
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Rain don't fall from an empty sky, so I'll whisper Hail Marys till the sun comes up |
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Now don't tell me that part of the story when the cowboy falls in love |
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When he traded in his pistol and his saddle and the stars above |
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When the candle's burnin' down, when midnight comes around |
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You know the best that we can hope for is to be laughin' when we finally hit the ground |
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Rode hard come down tired, stripped from the saddle when the rifle fired, |
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Deep in dreams of women and clean water |
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Well I did before what I'll do again |
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So forgive me Father if I have sinned, but the old wood cracks before it bends |
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Now don't tell me that part of the story when the cowboy falls in love |
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When he traded in his pistol and his saddle and the stars above |
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When the candle's burnin' down, when midnight comes around |
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You know the best that we can hope for is to be laughin' when we finally hit |
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Yeah the candle's burnin' down, now midnight comes around |
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You know the best that we can hope for is to be laughin' when we finally hit the ground |
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The candle's burnin' down, and when midnight comes around |
