| Sometimes he gets crazy, as men are known to do
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| He’d lose his head in spite of everything he stands to lose
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| What is it in a man that makes him act like such a fool?
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| She swears she never knew, but always needed to
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| But stubborn pride is just the way of cowboys, I suppose
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| Even love can’t change the things he ought to change the most
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| And it’s pride that keeps him standing when he should be on his knees
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| Making apologies, but she loves him desperately
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| Oh but now and again, she wished he’d been a poet
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| So he’d know all the perfect lines to say
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| And have some great romantic way to show it
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| Be the hero riding up to save the day
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| And go riding high like a knight in shining armor
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| To sweep her up and carry her away
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| Oh but he don’t have no magic ways to charm her
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| No, because even love can’t change a cowboy’s ways
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| «I love you» and «I'm sorry» are words that just don’t come
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| Because words like that are no match for the kind that rule his tongue
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| But his eyes keep telling her «you know I love you anyway
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| No matter what I say, or what I never say»
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| Oh but now and again she wished he’d been a poet
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| So he’d know all the perfect lines to say
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| And have some great romantic way to show it
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| Be the hero riding up to save the day
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| And go riding high like a knight in shining armor
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| To sweep her up and carry her away
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| Oh but he don’t have no magic ways to charm her
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| No, because even love can’t change a cowboy’s ways
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| His ways seem cold, but she knows he’s much warmer
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| But even love can’t change a cowboy’s ways
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| He’s just a fool that must defend his honor
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| But even love can’t change a cowboy’s ways |