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Just a broken down cowboy all down on his luck |
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Been through the best of his friends |
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On a long lonesome highway in an old pick-up truck |
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Cross Texas like a hot dusty wind |
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He was All Around Cowboy back in forty-nine |
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From the top it's been a long way down |
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Since the whiskey and the women started winning his time |
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They rode him high and hard to the ground |
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He remembers the thrill of being a winner |
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and the days of his first rodeo |
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There's something 'bout winnin' that don't last forever |
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Maybe tomorrow things will get better |
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If the devil lets loose of his soul |
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He'll be the All Around Cowboy again |
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So he rolls up a smoke and he sips his Old Crow |
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Wipes the whiskers that cover his chin |
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And he grins as he dreams of old rodeos |
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He's the All Around Cowboy again |
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He remembers the thrill of being a winner |
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and the days of his first rodeo |
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There's something 'bout winnin' that don't last forever |
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Maybe tomorrow things will get better |
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If the devil lets loose of his soul |
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He'll be the All Around Cowboy again |
