| While the world keeps changing he won’t budge an inch
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| He’d ride lightening and never even flinch
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| He tips his hat to the ladies and the legends too
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| Skoal ring on his pocket just like Chris LeDoux
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| He loves whiskey and rolling smokes
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| Campfires, songs and old man jokes
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| Long live cowboys, chasing gold buckle dreams
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| Pearl snap shirts and old faded blue jeans
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| Real life cowboys who weather the wind and the rain
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| Like desperados waiting on a train
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| Those honky tonk heroes and their six string guitars
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| Outlaw troubadours beneath those neon stars
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| Long live cowboys
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| Well, listen up girl your mama learned first hand
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| The reason they don’t call him a cowman
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| He’s a cowboy, he won’t always save the day
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| He’ll ride off into the sunset even when he should stay
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| The same thing that stole your heart
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| Is the same dang thing that’s gonna tear it apart
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| Long live cowboys, chasing gold buckle dreams
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| Pearl snap shirts and old faded blue jeans
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| Real life cowboys who weather the wind and the rain
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| Like desperados waiting on a train
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| Those honky tonk heroes and their six string guitars
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| Outlaw troubadours beneath those neon stars
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| Long live cowboys
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| Modern day, real life, cowboys
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| Naw, he’ll never settle down, you can’t tame his soul
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| He was just born a hundred years too slow
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| Long live cowboys, chasing gold buckle dreams
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| Pearl snap shirts and old faded blue jeans
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| Real life cowboys who weather the wind and the rain
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| Like desperados waiting on a train
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| Those honky tonk heroes and their six string guitars
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| Outlaw troubadours beneath those neon stars
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| Long live cowboys
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| Yeah, long live cowboys |