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Out of the shoot he sits tall as the timber |
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One hand on the horse and one hand on the sky |
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Eight seconds later he lands in the money |
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And winning's a feeling that money can't buy |
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The kids love a hero and big silver buckles |
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The girls love the dream of a rodeo man |
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He loves the backroads and fields without fences |
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And I guess he loves me because |
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I understand |
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He's a rain-rain-rainbow rider |
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He's hitched up his saddle he's ready to ride |
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He's a rain-rain-rainbow rider |
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A dream chasing cowboy with a rodeo girl by his side |
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Winter in |
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Tuscon and spring in |
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Savanna Reno in |
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June then off to |
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Cheyenne He remembers the fall that he took last |
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September |
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He's hopin' he draws that ol' burr again |
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He's a rain-rain-rainbow rider |
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He's hitched up his saddle he's ready to ride |
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He's a rain-rain-rainbow rider |
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A dream chasing cowboy with a rode girl by his side |
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Lately he's talking about having a son |
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Someone who'll learn from the things that he's done |
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A young bronc bustin' a-buckaroo |
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A trailer behind an old white |
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Eldorado A red western sunset and a blue mountain range |
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Some things in this life he'd like to do over |
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But livin' with him is something |
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I'd never change |
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He's a rain-rain-rainbow rider |
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He's hitched up his saddle he's ready to ride |
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He's a rain-rain-rainbow rider |
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A dream chasing cowboy with a rodeo girl by his side |
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He's a rain-rain-rainbow rider |
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A dream chasing cowboy with a rodeo girl by his side |
