| Come all ye young cowboys and listen to me
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| And don’t waste your life on that ol' hangin' tree
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| And don’t think that size ever makes a man small
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| You find out it’s nothing at all
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| They know a tension when the old words are said
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| 'Don't cheat in poker and don’t lose your head'
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| Lost cowboys are human and bullets kill dead
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| Six guns don’t make a man tall
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| 'Cause it’s all so easy to run with the crowd
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| And they’re a damn good bunch of cowboys
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| Makes a man feel proud
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| Do a honest day’s work for the money you spend
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| Be fast with the ladies and slow with the man
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| Be kind to your horses and true to your friends
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| And treat every mother’s son fair
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| Don’t stay in town late on a Saturday night
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| Don’t let no one tease you into a fight
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| 'Cause when they’re saddled with guns
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| There ain’t nobody right
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| It’s a short trail that leads to nowhere
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| 'Cause it’s all so easy to run with the crowd
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| And they’re a damn good bunch of cowboys
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| Makes a man feel proud
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| 'Cause it’s all so easy to run with the crowd
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| And they’re a damn good bunch of cowboys
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| Makes a man feel proud |