| Keepin' walkin' these streets so long singin' the same old song
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| He knows every crack on those dirty sidewalks of Broadway
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| Where hustle’s the name of the game
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| And nice guys get washed away like the snow and the rain
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| There’s been a load of compromisin' on the road to his horison
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| But he’s gonna be where the lights are shinin' on him
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| Like a Rhinestone Cowboy ridin' out on a horse in a star spangled rodeo
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| Like a Rhinestone Cowboy gettin' cards and letter from people he don’t even know
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| And offers coming over the phone
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| He really don’t mind the rain and a smile can hide all the pain
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| But you’re down when you’re ridin' the train that’s taking the long way
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| And he dreams of the things he’ll do
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| With a subway token and a dollar tucked inside his shoe
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| There’ll be a load of compromisin'…
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| Like a Rhinestone Cowboy… |