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She's a rounder I can tell you that |
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She can sing 'em all night, too |
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She'll raise Hell about the sleep she lost |
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But even cowgirls get the blues |
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Especially cowgirls, they're the gypsy kind |
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And need their laid on 'em loose |
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She's lived to see the world turned upside down |
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Hitching rides out of the blues |
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But even cowgirls get the blues sometimes |
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Bound to don't know what to do sometimes |
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Get this feeling like she's too far gone |
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The only way she's ever been |
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Lonely nights are out there on the road |
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Motel ceiling stares you down |
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There must be safer ways to pay your dues |
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But even cowgirls get the blues |
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Even cowgirls get the blues sometime |
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Bound to don't know what to do sometimes |
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Get this feeling like she's too far gone |
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The only way she's ever been |
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Even cowgirls get the blues sometime |
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Bound to don't know what to do sometimes |
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Get this feeling like the restless wind |
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The only way she's ever been |
