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I was raised on matinees on |
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Saturday afternoons, lookin' up at |
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Hoppy, Gene and |
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Roy... oh boy! |
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And I grew up a-thinkin', "the best a man could do is be a rootin'-tootin' straight-shootin' cowboy buckaroo." (chorus) |
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Spurs a-janglin', whoopi-ti-yi-yay. |
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Just a-wranglin' to every single day. |
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Yo-da-lida-ladi, yo-da-lida-ladi, yo-da-lida-ladi, ooooooooooo.... |
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A man should be a rootin'-tootin' straight-shootin' cowboy buckaroo. |
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A buckaroo's a cowboy who believes in what is good. |
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A buckaroo wouldn't hurt you if he could... if he could. |
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I ain't afraid to say it 'cause |
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I ain't afraid of you. |
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I'm a rootin'-tootin', straight-shootin' cowboy buckaroo. (repeat chorus) |
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Should we be the way we are, or be how we could be? |
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Could illusion become reality? |
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I've got to ask the question, 'cause the answer is overdue... why can't we all ride together and be cowboy buckaroos? (repeat chorus) (tag) |
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Why can't we all ride together and be cowboy buckaroos? |
