The Cowboy
I live Just outside of town
I live simply,
You may think I am a clown
my soul sure ain't empty
For I am a Cowboy
I make a ride up out above the pass
Home to rope a dummy or two
then to chase after a lass
but shoot what is new
For I am a cowboy
I might know very little
the thing I know
is God opposition to little
and that should make you say whoa
For I am a cowboy
I may be old fashioned
but the friends I make
surly will have lasted
before my body will break
For I am a cowboy
The time has ended
up the trail I go
the bones are mended
you say so
Time for me the cowboy to go
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