| I could be a cowboy
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| In the big wide open space
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| And every single sunrise
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| There’s a story on my face
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| I wouldn’t need a blanket
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| To keep me warm at night
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| I’d lay down all my secrets
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| The only thing by my side
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| I could be a cowboy but that’d mean leaving
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| Where the stars above are the company I’m keeping
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| I could walk right out the door and never come back home
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| Oh I could be a cowboy but I don’t like to be alone
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| I could be a dreamer
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| A gun slinger in black and white
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| I could be the good guy
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| And always win the fight
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| Or I could lose a quick draw
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| And lay forgotten in the dust
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| Watching my last sunset
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| While my spirit turns to rust
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| I could be a cowboy but that’d mean leaving
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| Where the stars above are the company I’m keeping
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| I could walk right out the door and never come back home
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| Oh I could be a cowboy but I don’t like to be alone, yeah
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| Oh, I could be a cowboy
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| In my muddy worn out boots
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| I could be a cowboy
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| It’d give me the right to run like you
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| I could be a cowboy oh, but that’d mean leavin
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| Where the stars above are the company I’m keeping
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| I could walk right out the door and never come back home
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| Oh I could be a cowboy but I don’t like to be alone |