| Last night you told her, you could never hold her.
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| 'Cause a cowboy’s just gotta be free.
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| Her heart was breakin', yours was achin',
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| But you saddled up to follow your dreams.
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| Coffee on your campfire, wind through the barbed wire,
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| You huddle close to the flames.
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| Though she’s far behind you, the night wind reminds you.
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| It just keeps on whisperin' her name.
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| You can make a run for the border,
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| Try to hide up the hole in the wall.
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| But don’t you know your arms are achin' to hold her.
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| And cowboy even though you’re ridin' tall…
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| Cowboy you’re riding for a fall.
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| Midnight the moons up, hands around your tin cup.
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| The frost settles in on the sage.
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| The nights gettin' colder, well, man you’re gettin' older.
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| T’night you’re feelin' you’re age.
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| Well, why don’t you turn back, just saddle up and backtrack.
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| You know you’ll never find a love quite like hers.
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| And tell me, on a cold lonesome evenin', what the hell goods your
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| freedom?
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| Don’t you think it’s time you hung up your spurs?
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| You can make a run for the border, try to hide up the hole in the wall.
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| But don’t you know your arms are achin' to hold her.
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| And cowboy even though you’re ridin' tall… You're ridin' for a fall.
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| Cowboy, you’re Riding For A Fall. |