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Cowboys and outlaws, right guys and southpaws, |
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Good dogs and all kinds of cats. |
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Dirt roads and white lines and all kinds of stop signs, |
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But I stand right here where I'm at, |
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'Cause I wear My Own Kind Of Hat. |
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There's two kind of lovers and two kind of brothers, |
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And two kind of babies to hold. |
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There's two kind of cherries and two kind of fairies, |
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And two kind of mothers I'm told, and told |
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Cowboys and outlaws, right guys and southpaws, |
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Good dogs and all kinds of cats. |
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Dirt roads and white lines and all kinds of stop signs, |
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But I stand right here where I'm at, |
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'Cause I wear My Own Kind Of Hat. |
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There's two kind of brothers and two kind of lovers, |
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And two kind of babies to hold. |
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There's two kind of cherries and two kind of fairies, |
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And two kind of mothers I'm told, and told |
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Cowboys and outlaws, right guys and southpaws, |
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Good dogs and all kinds of cats. |
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Dirt roads and white lines and all kinds of stop signs, |
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But I stand right here where I'm at, |
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'Cause I wear My Own Kind Of Hat. |
