| I pack up my saddle
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| Throw it in that two-horse trailer
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| Back up my truck, hook 'em up
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| And drive away
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| Won’t be the first time
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| But this time’s the last time
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| She meant it when she said
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| That’s all I’ve got to say
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| Never had been thrown like this before
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| I ain’t her cowboy anymore
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| Never say it coming
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| But I knew where it was going
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| When she asked how long this time
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| Before I hit the road
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| She didn’t come right out and say it
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| But I sure got the message
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| When I reached out to hold her
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| That shoulder sure was cold
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| Figured I’d just let goodbye run its course
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| I ain’t her cowboy anymore
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| These white lines are a blur
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| Like the last few nights I spent with her
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| I don’t know where I went wrong or if I did
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| Like the good ol' boy I am
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| I told her that I understand
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| But Lord knows that I won’t long as I live
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| Seems lately every time it rains, it pours
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| I ain’t her cowboy anymore
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| We met in Denver
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| Settled down in Dallas
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| The best days of my life
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| Were the ones I spent with her
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| You’d think that all that loving
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| Ought to count for something
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| Guess I wore out my welcome
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| Like the rowels of these old spurs
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| That Casper sunset’s what I’m shooting for
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| 'Cause I ain’t her cowboy anymore
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| These white lines are a blur
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| Like the last few nights I spent with her
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| I don’t know where I went wrong or if I did
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| Like the good ol' boy I am
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| I told her that I understand
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| But Lord knows that I won’t long as I live
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| Seems lately every time it rains, it pours
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| I ain’t her cowboy anymore
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| Her cowboy anymore
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| I ain’t her cowboy, anymore |