| Daddy was a cowboy, hard as a rock
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| Momma, she was quiet as a prayer
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| Daddy’d always tell me, «Son, you gotta be tough»
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| Momma’d kiss my cheek and say play fair
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| I did my best to make 'em proud of me
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| But it’s never been an easy place to be
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| Somewhere between Jesus and John Wayne
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| A cowboy and a saint, crossing the open range
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| I try to be more like You, Lord but most days I know I ain’t
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| I’m somewhere between Jesus and John Wayne
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| Momma’s love was tender, Daddy’s love was strong
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| But both of them were there to help the weak
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| They taught me to stand up and fight for what is right
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| Showed me how to turn the other cheek
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| Since there’s a bit of both of them in me
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| Then maybe that’s the best that I can ever hope to be
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| Somewhere between Jesus and John Wayne
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| A cowboy and a saint, crossing the open range
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| I try to be more like You, Lord but most days I know I ain’t
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| I’m somewhere between Jesus and John Wayne
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| Yeah, I’m somewhere between Jesus and John Wayne
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| A cowboy and a saint, crossing the open range
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| I try to be more like You, Lord but most days I know I ain’t
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| I’m somewhere between Jesus and John Wayne
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| Yeah, I’m somewhere between Jesus and John Wayne |