| She was holding her breath and he attempted a prayer
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| And he was cussing the dust rising up in the air
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| 'cause the old cattle trail, well, it weren’t anywhere
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| For a baby to draw its first breath
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| And the unbroken West, well, it was no place to live
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| 'cause it was hard to survive and it was Hell if you did
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| So he entered this world with a pair of clenched fists
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| And the first and last tears he’d shed
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| And the longhorns lowed him a welcome
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| As a new voice cried from the buckboard
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| And the Irish, they sang sad and lonely
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| 'cause they knew a cowboy was born
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| Well, the Berry closed in and a century passed
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| The settlers plowed under the tall prairie grass
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| And the cow town’s died off in a world changing fast
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| But the wind kept the spirit alive
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| 'cause a young boy in Kansas, he caught a breeze one day
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| And in a five-second rush, he was fighting for eight
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| He saw it all so clear through the dirt on his face
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| He knew he was born to ride
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| And the long lost heir to the saddle finally found his way back home
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| As he picked up his hat, well, the crowd cheered
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| 'cause they knew a cowboy was born
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| Yeah, that day a cowboy was born
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| From the heroes in the bright lights of Vegas
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| Through the poets of the sage and thorn
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| A proud legacy of a nation, thank God, the cowboy was born
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| Yeah, thank God, the cowboy was born |