| They got a damned ole four lane highway
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| Where I used to ride ole paint
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| Where them open spaces used to be
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| Now you know they ain’t
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| They built a Holiday Inn up around the bend
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| Where my cattle used to graze
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| And it’s hard to be a cowboy these days
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| They got some ole silly law that says
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| I can’t tote my gun
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| Hell, I ain’t gonna shoot nobody
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| I just wear it around for fun
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| I guess I’m too old and ornery
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| To even change my ways
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| And it’s hard to be a cowboy these days
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| They got girls in New York City
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| That would cost you a whole week’s pay
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| But them cowgirls in my younger days
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| Just gave their love away
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| They got shoppin' malls and a lot of balls
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| Askin' more for fuel
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| My horse don’t run on gasoline
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| And I ain’t no crazy fool
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| Someday them wells will all run dry
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| But 'til then I’m just amazed
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| And it’s hard to be a cowboy these days
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| Yeah, they got girls in New York City
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| That would cost you a whole week’s pay
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| But them cowgirls in my younger days
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| Just gave their love away
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| They got pills to take you higher
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| Pills to take you low
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| Shoot, we used to drink pure ole cactus juice
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| And just go where we wanna go
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| Now they disco dance down on the ranch
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| And the cowpokes think they’re gay
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| And it’s hard to be a cowboy these days
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| Ain’t hard to be a cowboy these days |