| the rodeo’s over, the folks have gone home
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| and the cowboys are all down the road
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| well boys, she was a good un, we kicked a hole in the sky
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| and even the rank ones got rode
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| it was as wild as they come and it was almighty western
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| and none of us thought it would end
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| but finish it did, with a bang and a whisper
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| and now i must leave you my friend
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| we may do it again in some future season
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| but somehow it won’t be the same
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| cuz our draws will be different and our injuries healed
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| and it’s likely the weather will change
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| so take from the lessons and be glad for the memories
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| of the days that we rode in the sun
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| for after today, there’ll be no man can claim
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| that we didn’t have us a good run
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| so burn all the blankets and dry all the tears
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| we can always go further out west
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| and i’ll meet you out there in the vastness somewhere
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| i swear it but first i must rest |