| When I was ten in Oklahoma
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| I watched the cowboys on the screen
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| I would grin and eat my popcorn
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| While they kept the town clean
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| Laying their cards on the table
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| Feeding their horse in the stable
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| Where in the world did all those cowboys go?
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| In those days when I rode on my stick horse
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| East, west and then I rode north
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| Just keeping the law behind my home
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| In those days when I slept with my boots on
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| I thought that my whole world set on
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| Those Saturday mornings and the western show
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| When I grew up one inch at the time
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| And my ideas kinda changed
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| I was driving on the highway
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| Instead of on the ranch
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| I wanted to be a singer
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| And then I could be a swinger
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| Where in the world did all those cowboys go?
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| So now I sit with my piano
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| Singing almost through this song
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| I remember Roy and Gene
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| And it doesn’t seem that long
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| That we faught our fights together
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| Slappin' the old buckin' deather
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| Where in the world did all those cowboys go? |