| I’m out here chasing these rainbows that I need to find
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| I go and Lord knows it kills me to leave her behind
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| She drew a low card when she gave me her heart
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| And sometimes it’s hard to believe
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| That sweet little angel went and got herself tangled
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| In the arms of a cowboy like me
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| Well I know that she deserves more than a drifter that lives for the lights
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| Smokey bars and guitars don’t make for no fairy tale lie
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| And every time I head home I think I’ll find her gone
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| But she’s still there and still wants to be
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| In the arms of a cowboy like me
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| She’s worn a hole in the carpet between the bed and the phone
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| She worries about me when I leave til I’m back home
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| Cause there’s downtime for killing, there’s whiskey and women
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| It’s just right for filling a need
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| Oh, but she’s in no danger
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| There’s no room for a stranger
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| In the arms of a cowboy like me
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| Well I know that she deserves more than a drifter that lives for the lights
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| Smokey bars and guitars don’t make for no fairy tale lie
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| And every time I head home I think I’ll find her gone
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| But she’s still there and still wants to be
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| In the arms of a cowboy like me
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| And every time I head home I think I’ll find her gone
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| But she’s still there and still wants to be
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| In the arms of a cowboy like me (x2) |