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I was leaning on the bar, with a glass half empty. |
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Washing down the dust, when she brushed up against me. |
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She was soft, she was pretty, everything that |
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I'm not. She said "You look lonesome." |
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I said "Yeah, I get that a lot." |
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And she knew |
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I was a cowboy, |
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I was born headed west. |
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She knew I was a cowboy when we met. |
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I had mud on my boots, my hat stained with sweat.lines on my face, and miles of regret. |
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My silver belt buckle still caught her eye, the only thing |
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I got thats still got a shine. |
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Yeah she knew |
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I was a cowboy, a long shot at best. |
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But she knew |
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I was a cowboy when we met. |
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Had her mind made up, both hands on the wheel, her bags in the back of that old |
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Oldsmobile. |
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Left her tears on the pocket of my pearl buttoned shirt, |
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I wispered |
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I loved her, but |
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I don't think she heard. |
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But she knew |
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I was a cowboy, not what she needed |
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I guess. But she knew |
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I was a cowboy when we met. |
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Yeah she knew |
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I was a cowboy, when she left |
