| Just a cow, just a cow, just a cowboy from the good
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| just a cowboy from the good side
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| Drinking whiskey and talking loud
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| Rough neck riders they were shooting up the town
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| A tall dark stranger he made a stand
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| Grabbed his gun and took the law into his hand
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| Eyes on fire he rose slowly from his chair
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| Walked outside and weighed the danger in the air
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| Seven bullets had the names of seven men
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| When the smoke cleared he’s the only one to stand
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| Just a cowboy from the good side
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| On a page that they left out of history
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| Just a cowboy from good side
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| And no one knew his name
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| He was the hero then it all went black
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| Out of nowhere someone shot him in the back
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| But on windy nights when the cactus blooms
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| You’ll see his silhouette against the moon
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| Just a cowboy from the good side
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| On a page that they left out of history
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| Just a cowboy from good side
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| But no one knew his name
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| Just a cowboy from the good side
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| On a page that they left out of history
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| Just a cowboy from good side
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| But no one knew his name
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| He was a cowboy of yesterday
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| torn from the tales of an age
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| Just a cow, just a cow just a cowboy from the good
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| Just a cowboy from the good side
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| Just a cow, just a cow just a cowboy from the good
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| Just a cowboy from the good side
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| Just a cow, just a cow just a cowboy from the good
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| Just a cowboy from the good side
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| Just a cow, just a cow just a cowboy from the good
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| Just a cowboy from the good side |