| Just a worn out truck, a coffee cup
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| And another night out on the interstate
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| It’s not exactly where he thought he’d be
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| When he reached this age
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| There is an old man staring back at him in the rear view
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| With a million miles of life in his eyes
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| And makes him ask those questions he don’t want to
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| Oh, but it might be time
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| Does a shooting star miss the sky
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| When it hits the ground?
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| And how long can a woman go on loving you
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| If you’re not around?
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| The years are flying faster now
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| So tell me how eight seconds feel so slow
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| And I wonder where old cowboys go
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| After the rodeo
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| There’s a house and eighty acres he calls home
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| When he’s not on the road
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| And a woman who’s been true to him so long
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| But lonely, sure gets old
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| Lately he’s been thinking 'bout her all the time
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| And on nights like this he’ll miss her most of all
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| His body and his mind knows that he needs to find
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| A softer place to fall
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| Does a shooting star miss the sky
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| When it hits the ground?
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| And how long can a woman go on loving you
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| If you’re not around?
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| The years are flying faster now
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| So tell me how eight seconds feel so slow
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| And I wonder where old cowboys go
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| After the rodeo
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| Lord, I wonder where old cowboys go |