| Well I have been a cowboy, dang near all my life
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| That good ol' cowboy music, is all I’m supposed to like
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| But here lately I don’t know what’s happening
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| But I’m losin' control, I’m losin' control
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| To a little longhaired outlaw
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| Who’s a ridin' somewhere deep down in my soul,
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| He likes rock and roll
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| Well he rides a pinto stallion
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| Down the canyons of my mind
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| Makes camp beneath a memory
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| Below the timberline
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| Got a little electric fender guitar
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| Plugs direct into my soul
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| Right into my soul
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| Turns up the volume
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| Bends them guitar strings
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| And plays that rock and roll
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| Ah and here he goes
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| Well I can be do a concert
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| Strummin' along just fine
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| Playing Little Joe The Wrangler
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| When somethin' snaps inside my mind
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| And I can feel that longhaired music
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| Wellin' up from the rivers of my soul
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| Where the music flows
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| When that little longhair takes over
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| And makes me play that rock and roll
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| Now if you like cowboy music
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| And you don’t like this song
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| Well I’d like to apologize
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| If the tune kinda came out wrong
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| But you see I can’t help myself
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| The little longhair has got control
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| And he won’t let go But I’ll get back to my cowboy music
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| But sometimes you gotta play a little rock and roll
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| It’s my turn, it’s about time |