| I meet her in Wyoming at the Cheyenne rodeo
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| Just a girl in blue jeans and eighteen at the time
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| I remember how she cheered the day I rode a horse called Midnight
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| And I hoped that someday that cowgirl could be mine
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| She followed me to Denver where we became good friends
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| We’d sit around the cutes and talk while I was killin' time
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| I’d laugh and tell her stories but I’d never mention stayin'
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| For the next town and the rodeo were always on my mind
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| I’m a rodeo cowboy I follow the circuit
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| Where top money’s paid that’s where I’ll be found
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| The only thing I own is a suitcase and a saddle
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| Rodeo cowboy I’ll never settle down
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| In Salt Lake City Utah I told her that I loved her
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| But still she knew I wasn’t born to be the settlin' kind
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| For with tomorrow’s sun I’d pack up my ol gear bag
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| And leave all thoughts of her and all the hundred miles behind
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| The last time I saw her was in Amarillo Texas
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| I’m still in love with her although she can’t be mine
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| But I hope she’ll keep the shinny silver buckle that I gave her
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| Says All Around Cowboy of 1969
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| I’m a rodeo cowboy… |