| Me and my uncle went ridin' down
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| From Colorado, west Texas bound
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| And we stopped off in Santa Fe
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| It bein' the place about half way
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| And besides it was the hottest part of the day
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| We led our ponies into a stall
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| Went to the bar, boys, bought drinks for all
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| Two days in the saddle, my body hurt
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| It being summer, took off my shirt
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| And I tried to wash off some of that dusty dirt
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| West Texas cowboys, all over town
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| With gold and silver, they’re loaded down
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| Just in from roundup, it seemed a shame
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| And so my uncle starts a friendly game
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| Now it’s hollow jack and winner take the game
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| From the beginning, uncle starts to win
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| Them Texas cowboys, they was mad as sin
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| Some say he’s cheatin', that can’t be
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| 'Cause my uncle, he’s as honest as me
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| And I’m as honest as a Denver gal can be
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| One Texas cowboy, he starts to draw
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| I grabbed a bottle, slapped him on the jaw
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| I shot another, he won’t grow old
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| In the confusion, uncle grabbed the gold
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| And we hightailed it down to Mexico
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| Now God bless cowboys, and God bless gold
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| God bless my uncle, and rest his soul
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| He taught me well boys, taught me all I know
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| Taught me so well, boys, I grabbed that gold
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| And I left him lyin' there, I left him lyin' there
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| I left him lyin' there by the side of the road |