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Pushin horns weren't easy like the movie said it was |
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And I don't recall no dance hall girls |
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Or hotel rooms with rugs |
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You worked hot and tired and nasty |
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Rode your pony's head too low |
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There were all the nights you couldn't sleep |
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'Cause it was too damn cold |
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And you'd sing 'Strawberry Roan' and 'Little Joe' |
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Like the time we hit the river |
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And the rains began to fall |
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And the water was risin' so damn fast |
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We thought it'd drown us all |
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We lost a lot of steers that day |
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And four to five good mounts |
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But when all the boys rode into camp |
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We knew that's what counts |
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And we sang, yippie ti yi yay and 'Amazing Grace' |
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Or the night they broke behind us |
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And then took us by surprise |
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I whistled out to Bonner, I seen the terror in his eyes |
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And he rode for all his horse would ride |
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And I know he done his best |
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But he crossed over Jordan ridin' Dunny to his death |
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And we sang 'Bringing in the Sheaves' and 'The Rugged Cross' |
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So when you see the cowboy, he's not ragged by his choice |
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He never meant to bow them legs |
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Or put that gravel in his voice |
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He's just chasin' what he really loves |
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And what's burnin' in his soul |
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Wishin' to God that he'd benn born a hundred years ago |
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Still singin' 'Strawberry Roan' and 'Little Joe' |
