| A Sky full of stars
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| A saddle for a pillow
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| Whistlin' wind on the range
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| Smell of mesquite
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| From a Cracklin' fire glowin' soft
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| And his coffee to drink
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| Cowboy’s are rugged, they’re wild and they’re tough
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| All the stories they tell are all true
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| But a cowboy ain’t nothin till he’s loved by a cowgirl like you
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| You’re that sip of Anejo
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| In a dusty old bar
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| At the end of a long lonesome trail
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| You’re that first taste of freedom
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| First breathe of fresh air
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| To an outlaw just outta jail
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| You’re the dream I had someday
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| Of that nail by the doorway
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| I could hang this ole hat on to
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| No a cowboy ain’t nothin till he’s loved by a cowgirl like you
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| Thse wide-open spacs ain’t meant for wanderin' alone
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| With you right beside me that old desperado feelin' inside me is gone
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| Now when I look in your eyes
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| And see the rest of my life
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| There ain’t a sunset worth ridin' into
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| A cowboy ain’t nothin' till he’s loved by a cowgirl like you
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| These wide-open spaces ain’t meant for wanderin' alone
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| With you right beside me that old desperado feelin' inside me is gone
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| When I look in your eyes
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| And see the rest of my life
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| There ain’t a sunset worth ridin' into
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| A cowboy ain’t nothin' till he’s loved by a cowgirl like you
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| No a cowboy ain’t nothin' till he’s loved by a cowgirl like you |