| Me and my uncle went riding 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 being the point, 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, got 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 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 round-up, it seemed a shame.
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| So my uncle starts a friendly game.
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| High-low Jacks and the winner takes the gains.
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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 cheating but that can’t be.
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| 'Cos my uncle he’s honest as me.
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| And I’m as honest as a Denver man can be.
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| One of them cowboys, he starts to draw,
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| I grabbed a bottle, slapped him on the jaw
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| I shot me another he won’t grow old.
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| In the confusion, uncle grabbed the gold,
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| And we high-tailed 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 that I grabbed that gold,
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| And I left him lying there by the side of the road. |