| It’s been a long dark dirty road
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| And pocket full of gold
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| And I’ve been out here now
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| All on my own
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| Well it’s real quiet here
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| Just the way I like it here
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| There’s no one to bother me
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| Except…
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| In 1955, born into Wadena’s pride
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| I laid my head on that
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| Milligan creek bed
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| When I was a young man
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| I helped build these land
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| I laid down these rails as a CPR man
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| Thought I’d live forever
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| With my heart in my pocket
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| Oh, my gun by my side
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| And my feelings in a locket
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| Well, that was a cold year in 77
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| But I married my wife
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| We had 2 kids
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| I gave her a daughter
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| She gave me a son
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| And we rode those damn horses til we had none
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| Fists still like flyin'
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| Doing things for dyin'
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| Oh I should have put that old gun away
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| But I, I am me, a broken cowboy
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| And I don’t feel right no more
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| 'Cause I am a broken cowboy
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| Livin' life in the fast lane
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| Racing cars and robbing trains
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| I thought I had it all
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| Then one day I got the call
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| A father’s worst dream
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| My son went down and I
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| The colours deceive me
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| As I see grey
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| Oh you’re cutting me down with those
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| Cold words you’re saying
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| Then you called me brother
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| But this can’t be so 'cause you slander my name
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| Anywhere the wind will blow
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| But I, I am me, a broken cowboy
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| And I don’t feel right no more
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| 'Cause I am a broken cowboy
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| It’s been a long dark dirty road
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| But a pocket full of gold
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| And I’ve been out here now
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| All on my own
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| Well it’s real quiet here
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| Just the way I like it here
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| There’s no one to bother me
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| Except that old taunting tree |