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From the hills of Kaycee, Wyoming |
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Where life's wooly and wild |
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There's an Air Force brat in a cowboy hat |
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And that Copenhagen smile |
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And from buckin' broncs to honky tonks |
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He always sang a cowboy's song |
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We were much too young, havin' too much fun |
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As we all sang along |
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We sang Life's a Highway |
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There's only one way you're gonna get through it |
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When she starts to twist be more like Chris |
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Pull your hat down tight |
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And just LeDoux it! |
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When that whistle blows |
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And that crowd explodes |
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And them pickup men are at your side |
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They tell you good ride cowboy, good ride |
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From gold buckles to gold records |
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Once again he was spinnin' 'round |
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Took the whole world on |
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And he turned us on to that Western Underground |
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And from Bareback Jack to This Cowboy's Hat |
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The songs were stronger than his pain |
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He would not slow down from town to town |
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Like children running thru the rain |
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We sang Life's a Highway |
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There's only one way you're gonna get through it |
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When she starts to twist be more like Chris |
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Pull your hat down tight |
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And just LeDoux it! |
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When that whistle blows |
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And that crowd explodes |
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And them pickup men are at your side |
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They tell you good ride cowboy, good ride |
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We sang Life's a Highway |
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There's only one way you're gonna get through it |
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When she starts to twist be more like Chris |
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Pull your hat down tight |
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And just LeDoux it! |
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When that whistle blows |
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And that crowd explodes |
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And them pickup men are at your side |
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They tell you good ride cowboy, good ride |
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When we cross that river Jordan, |
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With St Peter on the other side |
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Singin' Good Ride Cowboy, Good Ride! |
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Say Good Ride Cowboy, Good Ride! |
