| Been in the saddle since the sun came up
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| Rounding up strays in, this ole; |
| West Texas dust
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| She’s been packing her things since I put coffee on
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| By sundown she’ll be gone
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| Damn this ole girth, worn right in two
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| But a spare length of leather and I’ll make it do
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| Just when I think I’ve got life by the reins
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| Home ain’t sweet home on the range
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| If heartaches were horses and hard times were cattle
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| I’d ride home at sunset, sitting tall in the saddle
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| If heartaches were horses and hard time were cattle
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| And she’d say she loved me and this cowboy way of life
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| She’d be right beside me when we rode home tonight
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| If heartaches were horses and hard times were cattle
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| I’d ride home at sunset, sitting tall in the saddle
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| If heartaches were horses and hard time were cattle |