| Well, I’m writing you this letter
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| And it’s a long time overdue
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| You’re thinkin' «Just mind your own business»
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| I wouldn’t blame you if you do
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| You know our range is gettin' smaller
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| Hear you’re all busted up inside
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| But it ain’t the Broncos that’ll kill you
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| It’s just that damned old cowboy pride
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| Cowboy pride can always get a man through
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| But cowboy pride will make a fool of you
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| Good women are hard to find
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| I’m talkin' about the faithful kind
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| I hear you’re running with that waitress
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| And she’s under age and wild
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| You know your wife’s the best there is, fella
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| Would you move in with that child?
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| She stuck with you through the hard times
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| Think of all the nights she cried
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| Will she be another victim
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| Of that same old cowboy pride
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| Guess it’s time to close my letter
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| It’s just somethin' that I had to do
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| You know I made the same mistake once
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| Before she fell in love with you
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| So go home to your wife and family
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| It’s time to put the past aside
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| So you don’t end up like me now
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| Nothin' left but cowboy pride
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| Cowboy pride can always get a man through
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| But cowboy pride will make a fool of you
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| Good women are hard to find
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| I’m talkin' about the faithful kind
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| Don’t end up like me now
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| With nothin' left but cowboy pride |