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Just a cow, just a cow, just a cowboy from the good |
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just a cowboy from the good side |
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Drinking whiskey and talking loud |
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Rough neck riders they were shooting up the town |
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A tall dark stranger he made a stand |
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Grabbed his gun and took the law into his hand |
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Eyes on fire he rose slowly from his chair |
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Walked outside and weighed the danger in the air |
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Seven bullets had the names of seven men |
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When the smoke cleared he's the only one to stand |
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Just a cowboy from the good side |
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On a page that they left out of history |
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Just a cowboy from good side |
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And no one knew his name |
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He was the hero then it all went black |
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Out of nowhere someone shot him in the back |
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But on windy nights when the cactus blooms |
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You'll see his silhouette against the moon |
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Just a cowboy from the good side |
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On a page that they left out of history |
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Just a cowboy from good side |
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But no one knew his name |
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Just a cowboy from the good side |
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On a page that they left out of history |
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Just a cowboy from good side |
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But no one knew his name |
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He was a cowboy of yesterday |
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torn from the tales of an age |
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Just a cow, just a cow just a cowboy from the good |
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Just a cowboy from the good side |
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Just a cow, just a cow just a cowboy from the good |
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Just a cowboy from the good side |
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Just a cow, just a cow just a cowboy from the good |
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Just a cowboy from the good side |
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Just a cow, just a cow just a cowboy from the good |
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Just a cowboy from the good side |
