| Sitting on an airplane heading to Cheyenne
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| A bull on his mind and his hat in his hand
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| He tried to fit his saddle in the overhead bin
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| The stewardess said I’m sorry sir you’ll have to check it in
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| He’s an airborne cowboy
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| His world keeps a spinnin' around and around
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| He’s an airborne cowboy
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| He don’t know where he’s at until he hits the ground
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| Hunkered on the back of a ragin' storm
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| He’s diggin' in his spurs a strainin' on his arm
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| Well the gate flew open and the big bull grinned
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| And the next thing you know our boy’s a’flyin' again
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| He’s an airborne cowboy
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| His world is a spinnin' around and around
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| He’s an airborne cowboy
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| He don’t know what he’s broke until he hits the ground
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| Well, sometimes he gets lucky, but mostly he don’t
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| He’s bettin' he will but the odds say he won’t
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| He’s been a little bit touched since the day he was born
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| I guess you gotta be a fool to grab a bull by the horns
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| He’s an airborne cowboy
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| His world keeps a spinnin' around and around
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| He’s an airborne cowboy
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| He don’t know where he’s at until he hits the ground
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| He’s an airborne cowboy
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| His world keeps a spinnin' around and around
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| He’s an airborne cowboy
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| He don’t know where he’s at until he hits the ground |