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Well he was pushing seven she was barely five |
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He rode up on his broomstick horse and said you wanna ride |
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His boots made a funny sound cause they were his daddy's size |
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His hat keep slippin' down below his eyes |
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And they rode off in the sunset down the sidewalk |
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She laughed at him every time that he talked |
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His two front teeth were missin' but he had the cutest smile |
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She thanked the cowboy for the ride |
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Well he was seventeen the next time he rode up |
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She'd never seen inside a pickup truck |
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Well he was tall and handsome smiling cuter than before |
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He'd grown up to fit them boots he wore |
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And they rode off in the sunset down the highway |
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They took their time gettin' home the back way |
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Later on in the front porch swing he pulled her by his side |
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She thanked the cowboy for the ride |
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Well he loved her like a child she'd always felt the same |
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So they settled down and hitched their dreams together |
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And they raised two broomstick cowboys and one little cowboy girl |
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To know God makes the sunsets of the world |
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Well he's almost sixty-seven and she'll admit to fourty-nine |
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He still loves her like a child and she still feels the same |
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Well he smiles a little slower at the twinkle in her eye |
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They still saddle up from time to time |
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And they ride off in the sunset in the evening |
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Stars as bright as if they'd never seen them |
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She never fails to say it before they go to bed at night |
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Well I love you cowboy thank you for the ride |