| The old Nashville cowboy was burdened with time
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| He was bent by his years and the fight with the wine
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| With a head full of music and an old nursery rhyme
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| A heart full of sadness and dark sunken nights
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| He told me they cheated he told me they stole
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| The strength from his youth and the songs from his soul
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| He said he was family till he got too old
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| And he called them miners mother load finders
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| Digging so deep in search of more gold
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| Oh where are the cowboys and the home on the range
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| Does anyone know that they’ve killed Jesse James
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| Now the good guys on TV seem bad ain’t it strange
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| And the old Nashville cowboys missed out on the change
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| The old cowboy’s life now is gone with the past
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| Like whiskey he drank it all went out too fast
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| He didn’t know how to make each swallow last
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| And the head waitress won’t be back to fill up his glass
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| Oh where are the cowboys and the home on the range
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| Does anyone know that they’ve killed Jesse James
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| Is anyone listening or is everyone blind
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| And old Nashville cowboys will sing for a dime
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| And hard times are cheap at the end of the line |