| He got busted up bad down in Lubbock
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| He was taking the greyhound back home.
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| Though the fire in his eye never flickered,
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| He knew the best of his good days were gone,
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| He said I’m thinking a lot about retiring,
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| But the rodeo life is all that I know,
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| Saying I don’t know what to do with the rest,
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| But I’m too burned out to go on.
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| He said,
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| Scatter the ashes over the road,
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| Then let a strong wind blow,
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| When I can’t walk away,
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| It’s my time to go.
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| He said son my road map to heaven
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| Sometimes leads me out of the way
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| Through those rodeo towns and those drunkin' old sundowns
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| Someday to an early grave.
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| He pulled his saddle up over his shoulder,
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| He said before you throw dirt on my bones,
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| Hey tell me what do you do with the broken old cowboy.
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| Who spend his whole life being thrown.
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| He said, |