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Me and my uncle went ridin' down |
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South Colorado, West Texas bound |
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We stopped over in Santa Fe |
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That bein' the point just about half way |
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And you know it was the hottest part of the day |
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I took the horses up to the stall |
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Went to the barroom, ordered drinks for all |
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Three days in the saddle, you know my body hurt |
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It bein' summer, I took off my shirt |
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And I tried to wash off some of that dusty dirt |
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West Texas cowboys, they's all around |
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With liquor and money, they're loaded down |
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So soon after payday, know it seemed a shame |
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You know my uncle, he starts a friendly game |
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You know high-low Jack and the winner take the hand |
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My uncle starts winnin', cowboys got sore |
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And one of them called him, and then two more |
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Accused him of cheatin', oh no, it couldn't be |
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I know my uncle, he's as honest as me |
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And I'm as honest as a Denver man can be and that's me |
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One of them cowboys, he starts to draw |
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And I shot him down Lord he never saw |
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Shot me another, well that damn he won't grow old |
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In the confusion, my uncle grabbed the gold |
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And we high-tailed it down to Mexico |
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I love those cowboys, I love their gold |
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I loved my uncle, God rest his soul |
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He taught me good, Lord, taught me all I know |
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Taught me so well, well, I grabbed that gold |
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And I left his dead ass there by the side of the road |
