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Last night you told her, you could never hold her. ' |
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Cause a cowboy's just gotta be free. |
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Her heart was breakin', yours was achin', |
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But you saddled up to follow your dreams. |
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Coffee on your campfire, wind through the barbed wire, |
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You huddle close to the flames. |
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Though she's far behind you, the night wind reminds you. |
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It just keeps on whisperin' her name. |
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You can make a run for the border, |
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Try to hide up the hole in the wall. |
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But don't you know your arms are achin' to hold her. |
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And cowboy even though you're ridin' tall... |
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Cowboy you're riding for a fall.. |
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Midnight the moons up, hands around your tin cup. |
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The frost settles in on the sage. |
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The nights gettin' colder, well, man you're gettin' older. |
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T'night you're feelin' you're age. |
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Well, why don't you turn back, just saddle up and backtrack. |
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You know you'll never find a love quite like hers. |
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And tell me, on a cold lonesome evenin', what the hell goods your freedom? |
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Don't you think it's time you hung up your spurs? |
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You can make a run for the border, try to hide up the hole in the wall. |
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But don't you know your arms are achin' to hold her. |
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And cowboy even though you're ridin' tall... |
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You're ridin' for a fall. |
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Cowboy, you're |
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Riding For |
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A Fall... |