| I felt the rush of the Rio Grande into Yellowstone
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| And I’ve seen first-hand Niagra Falls
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| And the lights of Vegas
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| I’ve criss-crossed down to Key Biscayane
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| And Chi-town via Bangor, Maine
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| Think I’ve seen it all
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| And all I can say is How 'bout them cowgirls
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| Boys ain’t they somthin'
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| Sure are some proud girls
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| And you can’t tell them nothin'
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| And I tell you right now girls
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| May just be seven wonders of this big, old round world
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| But how 'bout them cowgirls
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| She’s a ridin’colts in Steamboat Springs
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| Bailing hay outside Abilene
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| She’s trying hard
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| To fit in some city
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| But her home is 'neath that big, blue sky
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| And the Northern Plains and those other wide open spaces
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| Boy, she don’t need you and she don’t need me She can do just fine on her own two feet
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| But she wants a man who wants her to be herself
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| And she’ll never change, don’t know how to hide
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| Her stubborn will or her fightin’side
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| But you treat her right and she’ll love you like no on else
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| Yeah, how 'bout them cowgirls
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| Boys ain’t they somethin'
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| Sure some are proud girls
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| But you can’t beat their lovin'
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| And I’ll tell you right now girls
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| May just be seven wonders of this big, old round world
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| But how 'bout them cowgirls
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| How 'bout them boys |