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| REAL LIVE COWBOY a weathered man with one closed eye from squinting at a western sun a rodeo buckle, a buckskin shirt undone his jeans were always worn and faded, but for where a gun might cling this was no t.v. hero, he was the real thing he was a real live cowboy there aren't too many more i'd ask him what it's like to ride the range he said "son, you get saddle-sore but you don't do things that aren't your way it's honest work for honest pay" he was a real live cowboy there aren't too many more he taught me how to break a horse, he taught me how to ride we spent a week branding herd out on a mountainside then one day he rolled his bed and said "i must move on" a cowboy's free, cause he has to be i watched him ride into the sun he was a real live cowboy there aren't too many more i'd ask him what it's like to ride the range he said "son, you get saddle-sore but you don't do things that aren't your way it's honest work for honest pay" he was a real live cowboy there aren't too many more he came back through town the other day he looked at me with one closed eye he seemed to approve of the man i'd become and how i fit against that western sky i'm a real live cowboy we aren't too many more i know what it's like to ride the range man, you get saddle-sore but you don't do things that aren't your way it's honest work for honest pay i'm a real live cowboy we aren't too many more i'm a real live cowboy i thank god i knew at least one more. |
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