| Starin' at the south end of north bound cattle
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| Slavin' in the saddle all day
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| You’ve got to be some kind of natural born fool
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| To want to live your life this way
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| Well it can’t be the cooking, it sure ain’t the money
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| The devil made the horse that I ride
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| The days are too long and the nights are too short
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| And the boss ain’t never satisfied
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| So what am I doing here Lord, what am I doing here
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| There’s got to be something better up there
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| So what am I doing here
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| Sometimes I wonder in the lightning and the thunder
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| If a cowboy’s even got a prayer
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| And why’d you have to make it so hard down here
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| When things are so much better up there
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| Now the Lord called his angels all around the throne
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| Said boys I must be wastin' my time
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| 'Cause I thought I gave the cowboy a pretty good life
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| Now he’s complaining 'till the day he dies |