| I watched every sun up comin' over my tin cup
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| Seen every moon changin' while I slept with the sky
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| Felt the chill in the north wind, find holes that I can’t mend
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| This West Texas cowboy is wrest less again
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| Campfire light dancin' on the smiles of some good friends
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| Wearin' the hard times in the lines on their faces
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| Now the seasons are changin' and it’s time I was leavin'
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| 'Cause this West Texas cowboy is wrest less again
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| So I’m sayin' goodbye, ridin' away
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| Sayin' goodbye again
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| I’m wishin' you well, miss you until
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| I come back again next year
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| Let’s sing of the good days and drink to the ladies
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| Till the whiskey’s all gone and their pleasure is mine
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| Come sit here beside me, sweet lullaby me
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| This West Texas cowboy is wrest less again
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| Sayin' goodbye, ridin' away
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| Sayin' goodbye again
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| Wishin' you well, miss you until
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| I come back again next year
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| Sayin' goodbye, ridin' away
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| Sayin' goodbye again
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| Wishin' you well, I’ll miss you until
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| I come back again next year
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| Sayin' goodbye, ridin' away
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| Sayin' goodbye again
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| I’m wishin' you well, miss you until
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| I come back again next year |