| I was thinkin' 'bout Mary as I left Tucumcari
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| With four hours to make Santa Fe
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| I know she’s been hopin' I’ll quit this damn ropin'
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| But that’s one thing that she’d never say
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| It’s a cowboy’s addiction, the smell and the friction
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| Of the rope when it’s dallied and taut
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| Every year it gets rougher
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| But her love is tougher
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| Than any steer I’ve ever fought
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| It’s more than a livin', it’s been my whole life
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| Taken and given the pleasure and strife
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| But I’ve known all along that this day would come
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| Guess my ropin' days are done
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| There’s headers and heelers, addicts and dealers
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| And Crown to cover the fear
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| I been a saint and a sinner, a loser and winner
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| So where do I go from here?
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| I could be home by daybreak if I turn around now
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| I’God boys, it’s been fun
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| Tell the girls in Nogales I’m headed to Dallas
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| Now my ropin' days are done |