| I used to want to be a cowboy
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| Spent my childhood dreamin' that
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| Wearing spurs and boots and six guns
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| And a big ten-gallon hat
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| Chasin' outlaws, savin' ladies
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| Bustin' broncs at rodeos
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| Riding off into the sunset
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| Like they do in picture shows
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| I used to want to be a cowboy
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| I dreamed about it until the day
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| That a green-eyed Texas lady
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| Smiled and stole my heart away
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| Now I’m trackin' down a livin'
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| And as far as I can see
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| Right now I’m just as much a cowboy
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| As I’m ever gonna be
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| 'Cause my round-ups at a truck stop
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| The trails a super slab
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| I wear boots up in the saddle
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| Of my eighteen wheelers cab
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| Riding hell bent for the bunkhouse
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| Just across the Georgia Line
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| Where tonight, I’ll see my lady
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| And that little boy of mine
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| And he wants to be a cowboy
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| You know somehow I kind of expected that
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| Wearing spurs and boots and six guns
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| And a big ten-gallon hat
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| And all my cowboy dreams are livin'
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| In that little buckaroo
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| Cowboys often end up daddies
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| You know I’m really glad, they do
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| And he wants to be a cowboy
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| Just the way his daddy did
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| When he’s on his broomstick pony
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| He’s Hoppy, Roy and the Sisco Kid
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| And he wants to be a cowboy
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| Just the way his daddy did |