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A campfire, some coffee |
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From a tin cup in my hand |
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Sure warms the fingers when it's cold ... |
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aplayin' an old guitar |
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A friend I understand |
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Sure smoothes the wrinkles in my soul ... |
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Asleepin' in the moonlight |
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A blanket for my bed |
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Leaves a peaceful feelin' in my mind ... |
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Wakin' up in the mornin' |
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With an eagle overhead |
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Makes me want to fly away before my time |
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And I think God must be a cowboy at heart |
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He made wide open spaces from the start ... |
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He made grass and trees and mountains |
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And a horse to be a friend |
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And trails to lead old cowboys home a-gain ... |
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Night life and big cities |
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Is alright for awhile |
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Sure makes you feel good when you're there ... |
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But the country's so pretty |
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It goes on and on for miles takes away my troubles and my cares ... |
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And trails to lead old cowboys home again. |
