| I want to be a cowboy’s sweetheart
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| I want to learn to rope and to ride
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| I want to ride o’er the plains and the deserts
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| Out west of that great divide
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| I want to hear the coyotes howlin'
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| While the sun sinks in the West
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| I want to be a cowboy’s sweetheart
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| That’s the life I love the best
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| (Yodeling)
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| I want to ride Old Paint goin' at a run
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| I want to feel the wind in my face
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| A thousand miles from all the city lights
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| Goin' a cowhand’s pace
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| I want to pillow my head near the sleeping herd
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| While the moon shines down from above
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| I want to strum my guitar and yodelay-hee-hoo
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| Oh that’s the life that I love
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| (Yodeling)
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| I want to be a cowboy’s sweetheart
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| I want to learn to rope and to ride
|
| I want to ride o’er the plains and the deserts
|
| Out west of that great divide
|
| I want to hear the coyotes howlin'
|
| While the sun sinks in the West
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| I want to be a cowboy’s sweetheart
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| That’s the life I love the best
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| (Yodeling) |