| Me and my uncle went riding down
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| South Colorado, West Texas bound
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| We stopped over in Santa Fe
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| That being the point just about half way
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| And you know it was the hottest part of the day
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| I took the horses up to the stall
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| Went to the barroom, ordered drinks for all
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| Three days in the saddle, you know my body hurt
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| It being summer, I took off my shirt
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| And I tried to wash off some of that dusty dirt
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| West Texas cowboys, they’s all around
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| Weed, liquor and money, they load it down
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| So soon after payday, know it seemed a shame;
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| You know my uncle, he starts a friendly game
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| High-low jack and the winner take the hand
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| My uncle starts winning; |
| cowboys got sore
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| One of them called him, and then two more
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| Accused him of cheating; |
| oh no, it couldn’t be
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| I know my uncle, he’s as honest as me
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| And I’m as honest as a Denver man can be
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| One of them cowboys, he starts to draw
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| And I shot him down, lord he never saw
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| Shot me another, oh damn he won’t grow old
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| In the confusion, my uncle grabbed the gold
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| And we high-tailed it down to Mexico
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| I love those cowboys, I love their gold
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| I loved my uncle, god rest his soul
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| Taught me good, Lord, taught me all I know
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| Taught me so well, I grabbed that gold
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| And I left his dead ass there by the side of the road |