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I want to be a cowboy's sweetheart |
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I want to learn to rope and to ride |
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I want to ride o'er the plains and the deserts |
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Out west of that great divide |
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I want to hear the coyotes howlin' |
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While the sun sinks in the West |
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I want to be a cowboy's sweetheart |
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That's the life I love the best |
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(Yodeling) |
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I want to ride Old Paint goin' at a run |
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I want to feel the wind in my face |
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A thousand miles from all the city lights |
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Goin' a cowhand's pace |
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I want to pillow my head near the sleeping herd |
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While the moon shines down from above |
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I want to strum my guitar and yodelay-hee-hoo |
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Oh that's the life that I love |
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(Yodeling) |
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I want to be a cowboy's sweetheart |
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I want to learn to rope and to ride |
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I want to ride o'er the plains and the deserts |
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Out west of that great divide |
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I want to hear the coyotes howlin' |
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While the sun sinks in the West |
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I want to be a cowboy's sweetheart |
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That's the life I love the best |
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(Yodeling) |
