| Ol' boy at the bar with the stagger in his step
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| Looks like he’s been rode hard and put up wet
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| Heartache’s on him like stink on a skunk
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| He’s fighting off lonely, trying to drown it with a drunk
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| Let the cowboy rock, let the good times roll
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| This is where the hurt stops or where the whiskey flows
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| Let him drink every drop, go, go, go 'til he drops
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| Let the cowboy rock
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| Yeah, think he’s still a little green
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| Y’all, he’s fresh off the farm
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| Some pretty little thing put a whooping on his heart
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| He’s walking to the left, leaning to the right
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| Talking to himself, putting up a fight
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| Let the cowboy rock, let the good times roll
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| This is where the hurt stops or where the whiskey flows
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| Let him drink every drop, go, go, go 'til he drops
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| Let the cowboy rock
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| He needs a long rope
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| Boys, cut him some slack
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| Every now and then you gotta act like that
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| Let the cowboy rock, let the good times roll
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| This is where the hurt stops or where the whiskey flows
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| Let him drink every drop, go, go, go 'til he drops
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| Let the cowboy rock
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| Let him drink every drop, go, go, go 'til he drops
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| Let the cowboy rock |