| I was a cowboy out on the prairie.
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| Me and my six-gun kept law in the alley.
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| I remember my first horse well, he was lean but a fast one
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| We travelled miles together, until he got stolen.
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| And the sheriff said get early to bed
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| And always keep your hat screwed on real tight
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| Case you get in a fight.
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| Well that’s one of the tricks that you must employ
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| If you wanna be a cowboy.
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| I travelled far from home, even jumped freight trains
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| Threw stones in the ocean, slept out in the cold rain.
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| It was down in some southern town, and the music was playing
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| And the people were talking so loud, they heard no words I was saying.
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| Chorus
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| I dreamed of a mountain, with one lonesome rider
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| He was ragged and tattered, and he carried a sabre.
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| And all through the canyon you could hear his bones rattle.
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| He was dead on a dying horse and he was tied to the saddle.
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| Chorus
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| I was a cowboy, out on the prairie.
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| My life is easier, back home in the alley.
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