| He’s a rider, keeps ridin' all he can 'cause he’s a tryer
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| Keeps tryin' all he can, 'cause he never seems to know he’s had enough
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| And it gets rough
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| He’s been boozin'. |
| He ain’t a drunk, he’s just forgettin' that he’s loosin'
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| Forgettin' pain his mind and body feels, and he needs a meal
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| He’ll keep tryin' 'cause he still recalls the days when it paid off
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| When he was winning; |
| you can bet he won a lot more that he lost
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| He ain’t no quitter, no one can talk him out of movin' on
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| 'Cause he’s a tryer, and he’s damn sure, his second chance’ll come before to
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| long
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| He’s a cowboy. |
| He’s country bred and strong, yeah, he’s a cowboy
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| And he’d rather take the pain than face the shame and face the judge deep down
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| inside
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| Well it’s just pride
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| So he’ll keep goin', keep tryin' hard to ride instead of throwin'
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| 'Cause he just won’t admit he’s growing old
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| The thought’s too cold
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| He’ll keep tryin' 'cause he still recalls the days when it paid off
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| When he was winning; |
| you can bet he won a lot more that he lost
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| He ain’t no quitter, no one can talk him out of movin' on
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| 'Cause he’s a tryer, and he’s damn sure, his second chance’ll come before to
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| long
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| Yeah he’s a tryer, and he’s damn sure, his second chance’ll come before to long |