| I can hear the wind whisper my name.
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| Tellin' me it’s time to head out again.
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| My horses are trailered and the lights are shut down,
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| An' I’m long overdue for headin' outta town.
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| Got a fever that they call the rodeo.
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| Just enough winnin' to make the next show.
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| Sometimes you make eight, sometimes you hit dirt.
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| Go on, pin another number to the back of my shirt
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| And I’ll ride that pony fast,
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| Like a cowboy from the past.
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| Be young and wild and free,
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| Like Texas in 1880.
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| Just like Texas in 1880.
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| Ah, from Phoenix to Tulsa to the Astro Dome;
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| New York City down to San Antone;
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| There’s boys that are ridin' for legendary fame,
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| And our money’s all gone but we still ride the same.
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| Our hearts’ll get broken, and our heads’ll get busted.
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| But we’ll always believe the things that we trusted.
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| There’ll be those nights when glory comes round,
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| And we’ll tip our hats and wave to the crowd
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| And then ride that pony fast,
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| Like a cowboy from the past.
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| Be young and wild and free,
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| Like Texas in 1880.
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| Just like Texas in 1880.
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| Someday when you’re older,
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| Someone’ll see,
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| That buckle hangin' there on your belt.
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| Ask you just how it felt!
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| To ride that pony fast,
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| Like a cowboy from the past.
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| Be young and wild and free,
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| Like Texas in 1880.
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| Just like Texas in 1880.
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| Just Like Texas.
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| Take me home to Texas
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| Ah play it just like Texas
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| Play it Just like Texas |