| You blew into town like a hurricane
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| Dust cloud cleared and you were there one day
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| Well I don’t remember praying for a miracle
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| But I prayed that you would never go away
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| Oh, I thought you were my guardian angel
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| I thought your wings would keep me warm and dry
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| But you pecked me to the bone
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| And you left me here alone
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| And you spread your wings and flew into the sky
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| Now, what you know about the wilderness
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| What you know about lassoing a bear in the face, or how to kill a fish
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| How to skin and fillet it
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| Listen to what I dealing with
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| There ain’t no hood in the world that gets as real as this
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| You can munch a sandwich up
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| Bruv, I’m a hunter, gatherer
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| Battling other scavengers
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| Might have to punch a challenger
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| Damage a hyena, vultures and all
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| Don’t think I won’t kick a wolf in the balls
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| I’m a loner, and roaming alone I got to be ready for anything
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| Even though my hearts been heaving since she left me
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| And she can kiss my horses ass, yeah, I’m lonely now
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| But, I’m the lonely cowboy, she’s just a lonely cow
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| And now these plains are my house, she’ll never spoil it
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| Grounds my lounge, lakes are my bath, woods are my toilet
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| Rolling stone, trust me, dusty roads are where my homes at
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| A man amongst the mountains, but nothing like Brokeback
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| Now, I’m just a lost and lonely cowboy
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| Stripped and burned out on this dusty plains
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| And god’s mysterious ways ain’t welcome here today
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| Cause there ain’t no soul to save, just flesh and pain
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| Yeah, there ain’t no soul to save, just flesh and pain |