| You could say I reached that time I know my trade
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| And that I know how to care for my guitar
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| And I know how to get it played
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| I’m comfortable and I sleep on a floor
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| I’ve played a fair few shows
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| And I’m gonna play more
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| And all along the while I was just trying to make people smile
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| I play Cowboy Chords
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| For these air conditioned words
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| About longing for the Prairie and living in the suburbs
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| I sing simple songs
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| About rights and wrongs
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| About finding that trail that leads away from everyone
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| And darling I know I did not give you much
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| I got hungry for some wandering
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| And I don’t come back for months
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| And I kept your picture by my side
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| It’s in my wallet, it’s on my mind
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| And every song I know contains a whisper of your soul
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| I play Cowboy Chords
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| For these air conditioned words
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| About longing for the Prairie and living in the suburbs
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| I sing simple songs
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| About rights and wrongs
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| About finding that trail that leads away from everyone
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| And so my days slip away
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| They’re all the same
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| Rolling wheels, hotel rooms
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| And going grey
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| Casting glances over my shoulders as I go
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| Trying not to dwell on things I do not know
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| I know my trade out on these boards, Cowboy Chords
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| I know my trade out on these boards, Cowboy Chords
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| I know my trade out on these boards, Cowboy Chords
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| I know my trade out on these boards, Cowboy Chords |