| I’ve been walkin' these streets so long
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| Singin' the same old song
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| I know every crack in these 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’ll be a lotta of compromisin'
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| On the road to my horizon
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| But I’m gonna be where the lights are shinin' on me.
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| Like a rhinestone cowboy
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| Riding out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo
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| Like a rhinestone cowboy
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| Getting cards and letters from people I don’t even know
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| And offers comin' over the phone.
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| Well, I don’t really mind the rain
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| And a smile can hide all the pain
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| But you’re down when you’re ridin' the train that’s takin' the long way
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| And I dream of the things I’ll do With a subway token and a dollar tucked inside my shoe
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| There’ll be a load of compromisin'
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| On the road to my horizon
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| But I’m gonna be where the lights are shinin' on me.
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| Like a rhinestone cowboy
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| Riding out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo
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| Rhinestone cowboy
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| Gettin' cards and letters from people I don’t even know
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| And offers comin' over the phone.
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| Like a rhinestone cowboy
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| Riding out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo.
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| Like a rhinestone cowboy
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| Gettin' card and letters from people I don’t even know… |