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Writers: Doug Supernaw/Justin White |
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Another lonely motel room another lonely night |
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I gotta ride on a bronc called Certain Doom and I need to show 85 |
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Money's tight and mornings are rough cause at night I toss and turn |
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Thinkin' I should change my course and head on home to here |
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And I'm wonderin' if I'm broken down |
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Thinkin' I should turn around |
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Pick up my belongings and go home |
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But there's something I feel down inside |
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Must be damned old foolish pride |
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And the dream of ridin' some day in the Dome |
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Keeps me comin' back each time |
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Me and my crazy old mesquite cowboy mind |
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Another 7-second ride just a second shy of the rent |
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She's searching through the mail at home for the check I never sent |
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Lately I've been gettin' thrown landin' hard and tastin' dirt |
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But it's not broken bones it's a broken heart that's causin' me to hurt |
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And I'm wonderin' of I'm broken down |
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Thinkin' I should turn around |
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Pack up my belongings and go home |
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But there's something I feel down inside |
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Must be damned old foolish pride |
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And the dream of ridin' someday in the Done |
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Keeps me comin' back each time |
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Me and my crazy mesquite cowboy mind |
