| When I was six, I had two forty-fives
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| Strapped to my hips, wanted dead or alive
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| And all of the kids thought that I was a good guy at heart
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| When I got to high school, not much really changed
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| I ran from the cops in my souped-up Mustang
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| And all of the girls thought that I was a good guy at heart
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| And I’d ride like a thief on the run
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| And I’d hide from the things that I’ve done
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| And I’d fly like the wind to the sunset
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| Just like a cowboy should do
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| Just like a cowboy should do
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| Girl, I will love you the best that I can
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| But you need to know that I am what I am
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| I’m not a bad guy but I’m not a good guy at heart
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| And I’ll ride like a thief on the run
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| Say goodbye to the things that I’ve done
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| And I’ll fly like the wind to the sunset
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| Just like a cowboy should do
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| Just like a cowboy should do
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| Wish I could tell you that I’ll always stay
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| But I can’t help that God made me this way
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| I know that there’ll come a day
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| When I ride like a thief on the run
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| Say goodbye to the things that I’ve done
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| And I’ll fly like the wind to the sunset
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| Just like a cowboy should do
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| Just like a cowboy should do
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| Just like a cowboy should do |