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When he was five years old his mom took him down to the round corral |
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To watch his dad work the young horse they called Smokey man did that horse buck |
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But his old dad just sat up there and rode him like there was nothin' to it |
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Right then the boy gained a whole new respect for the man |
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And from that day on he knew that when he grew up he wanted to be a cowboy |
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Seventeen cowboys' dreams ain't on fixin' fences |
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Once he's seen 'em ride in old Cheyenne |
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Ranch routine and his old man's schemes |
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This ain't where his heart is but you know his daddy understands |
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Noonday comes father and son sit down and eat their dinner |
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Beneath that big Wyoming sky |
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His daddy knows he's gotta let him go the boy can't be a winner |
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If he don't spread his wings and fly |
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And in his mind he's riding bulls down in Las Vegas |
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Soon he'll be on a train that leads to Santa Fe |
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Sweet voice of freedom echoes down the ages calls another cowboy on his way |
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Fencin's done and the morning sun finds him packed and ready |
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Momma kissed his cheek and then she went inside |
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His old man well he shook his hand said son you ride 'em pretty |
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Didn't see the tears that his momma cried |
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And in his mind he's riding... |
