| You don’t see him much on the big screen anymore
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| Kids don’t ride along with Roy or Gene
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| That ain’t really him with all those feathers in his hat
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| And some Frenchman’s name embroidered on his jeans
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| He’s still out there riding fences
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| Still makes a living with his rope
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| As long as there’s a sunset
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| He’ll keep riding for the brand
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| You just can’t see him from the road
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| He never learned to two-step, hell, he barely learned to walk
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| He’s worn a lot of leather off the tree
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| He’s had one or two good horses he counts among his friends
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| And he never drew a breath that wasn’t free
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| (Repeat Chorus)
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| He’s tall in the saddle, short on the cash
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| The last to quit, the first to buy the beer
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| He’s a knight in leather armor still living by a code
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| That’s made him what he’s been a hundred years
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| (Repeat Chorus) |