| I’ve rode and I’ve rode that old road
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| With that make belive steel
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| I’d never been so frustrated in all my nine years
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| I was about to give up on that old bale of hay
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| But from the front porch I heard my dad say
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| My litle cowboy
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| You make me so proud, boy
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| Don’t give up now
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| 'Cause I know that somehow
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| You’ll figure it out
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| My little cowboy
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| I played and I played this old bar
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| Tryin' to make the big time
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| I stayed broke which was cool
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| Until along came a kid and a wife
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| That’s when I called up my dad
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| And said today is the day
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| It’s time to put this old guitar away
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| And he said
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| Hold on there, cowboy
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| You make me so proud, boy
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| Don’t give up now
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| 'Cause I know that somehow
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| You’ll figure it out
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| Yeah, my little cowboy, yeah
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| Now I’ve got a boy of my own
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| With his own set of dreams
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| He works hard to play quarterback
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| For his Pee Wee league team
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| Blue star on his hand
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| Our last name on his back
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| Free bouncin' the road
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| All in with a sack
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| And I hollered out
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| That’s my litle cowboy
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| You make me so proud, boy
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| Dont give up now
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| 'Cause I know that somehow
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| You’ll throw that touchdown
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| Oh, my little cowboy
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| My little cowboy |