| When he was five years old his mom took him down to the round corral
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| To watch his dad work the young horse they called Smokey man did that horse buck
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| But his old dad just sat up there and rode him like there was nothin' to it
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| Right then the boy gained a whole new respect for the man
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| And from that day on he knew that when he grew up he wanted to be a cowboy
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| Seventeen cowboys' dreams ain’t on fixin' fences
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| Once he’s seen 'em ride in old Cheyenne
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| Ranch routine and his old man’s schemes
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| This ain’t where his heart is but you know his daddy understands
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| Noonday comes father and son sit down and eat their dinner
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| Beneath that big Wyoming sky
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| His daddy knows he’s gotta let him go the boy can’t be a winner
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| If he don’t spread his wings and fly
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| And in his mind he’s riding bulls down in Las Vegas
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| Soon he’ll be on a train that leads to Santa Fe
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| Sweet voice of freedom echoes down the ages calls another cowboy on his way
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| Fencin’s done and the morning sun finds him packed and ready
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| Momma kissed his cheek and then she went inside
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| His old man well he shook his hand said son you ride 'em pretty
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| Didn’t see the tears that his momma cried
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| And in his mind he’s riding… |