| His mother was a snake
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| His father was a scarecrow
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| Born in the desert with his hat on his head
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| Never missed a shot
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| Sharp as a Pharaoh
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| Tequila in the sunrise
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| The desert was his bed
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| Now he could dance the barn dance
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| Like nobody before him
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| But no woman would take him
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| Cos his eyes were rather strange
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| In them you could see the emptiness of the desert
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| Yellow like a scarecrow
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| Black like a snake
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| He was a voodoo cowboy
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| And he had never found a girl to call his own
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| On and on and on That lonely cowboy
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| But a cowboy’s never really
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| Cowboy’s never really alone
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| He had a horse
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| Whose name was plenty
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| And they saw things no man or beast has ever seen
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| Out in the redness
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| Out in the empty
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| Where ghost and spirits walk around like you and me He met a girl
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| Called Annabelle
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| And she was just the prettiest thing he’d ever seen
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| Under a lake at the edge of the world
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| He met a girl
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| Walking through the edges of his dreams
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| He was a voodoo cowboy
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| And he was following a psychedelic stream
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| On and on and on That lonely cowboy
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| But a cowboy’s never really
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| Cowboy’s never really alone
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| So he rode down
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| Under the water
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| And the sunset made a fire above his head
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| In search of warmth in search of love
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| In search of heaven above
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| But all he felt was cold
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| And all he touched was wet
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| But he could see her down a little bit deeper
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| And all he wanted was to hold her to his chest
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| So he reached out and she reached out
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| And he touched her
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| And she drew him in And kissed him as he breathed his final breath
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| Because you see
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| He was a voodoo cowboy
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| And he had finally found a girl he could call his own
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| On and on and on Lucky lucky cowboy
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| Because cowboy’s almost always
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| Cowboys almost always die alone |