| Way up on the mountain there ain’t nobody countin' exactly when the cowboy’s
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| going to fly
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| When you hear the thunder there ain’t no need to wonder; |
| he’s saddled up and
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| headed for the sky
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| Because he’s an idaho cowboy, no tennessee plow-boy
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| He’s wild as the rockies he rides
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| The cougar in the canyon, the devil’s old companion
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| Riding with a fire in his eyes
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| Mother’s on the hillside, he’s coming in the landslide
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| Lock the door and lookout down below
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| I know you think you taught her but you better hide your daughter
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| I guarantee something’s going to blow
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| Because he’s an idaho cowboy, no tennessee plow-boy
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| He’s wild as the rockies he rides
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| The cougar in the canyon, the devil’s old companion
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| Riding with a fire in his eyes
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| Tonight you might see him sitting on the lee rim silhouetted there against the
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| moon
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| Howling like a coyote, hitting every high note
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| Telling you he’d be returning soon
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| Because he’s an idaho cowboy, no tennessee plow-boy
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| He’s wild as the rockies he rides
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| The cougar in the canyon, the devil’s old companion
|
| Riding with a fire in his eyes
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| Because he’s an idaho cowboy, no tennessee plow-boy
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| He’s wild as the rockies he rides
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| The cougar in the canyon, the devil’s old companion
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| Riding with a fire in his eyes |