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Ooh, snakeskin cowboys. Who the hell you think you are. Youre dancin around with your high-heeled boots. Dont think that should get you far. Just hangin around with your fancy pants on. Aint got
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Seven hundred head of cattle on an old forgotten trail. Six cowboys and one old an and another day of hell. Chuck wagon lagging behind from the strain of a broken wheel. The only thing to look
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different ways,. Football and eggnog and Christmas parades. I'll take my blanket, I'll take the reins,. It's Christmas for cowboys, wide open plains. A campfire for warmth as we stop for the night,. The
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Are there any more real cowboys. Left out in these hills?. Will the fire hit the iron. One more time?. And will one more dusty pick-up. Coming rolling down the road. With a load of feed before
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. I keep running out of breath. . I'm drifting away. Drifting away. Drifting away. . I cannot see the shore. I don't know where I am anymore. I am not leaving. . I'm just drifting away
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. Blend in with the desert. Just we amigos. And we roll. Chorus. Cowboys like us sure do have fun. Racin' the wind, chasin' the sun. Take the long way around back to square one. Today we're just outlaws out
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have the good sense to say a prayer. For all that is dear to me. I hope I still find them waiting there You know I know that I should be grateful. It's not enough and no reason at all. It's only
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drifter,. Don't you hold on to nothin' too long. Just take what you need from the ladies, then leave them,. With the words of a sad country song. My heroes have always been cowboys. And they still are
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drifter,. Don't you hold on to nothin' too long. Just take what you need from the ladies, then leave them,. With the words of a sad country song. My heroes have always been cowboys. And they still are
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drifter,. Don't you hold on to nothin' too long. Just take what you need from the ladies, then leave them,. With the words of a sad country song. My heroes have always been cowboys. And they still are
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around. We'll play. Cowboys and Indians. I'll be around and around and around and around I am a man with things to sell. And I sell them for the highest bid. I know my job, I do it well. I think
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,. Don't you hold on to nothin' too long. Just take what you need from the ladies, then leave them,. With the words of a sad country song. My heroes have always been cowboys. And they still are, it seems
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,. Don't you hold on to nothin' too long. Just take what you need from the ladies, then leave them,. With the words of a sad country song. My heroes have always been cowboys. And they still are, it seems
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. Drifting along. Drifting along. Closing up my ears. To the sound. I don't want to hear,. Crying
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. Cowboys and kisses. Cowboys and kisses. Gotta find myself everytime you go away. Baggy blue jeans and a box of magazines. Is all I have of you. Waitin' on the day you walk back in my life. Like a
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boot. He whip the horse, ain't got no roof. He always taste like hundred proof. That's one game I knew I'd lose. Chorus. Cowboys and angels, whiskey and fire. Bad reputation that you can't deny. My
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Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold. They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold. Lone star belt buckles and old faded Levis. And each night begins a new day. If you
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Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold. They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold. Lone star belt buckles and old faded Levis. And each night begins a new day. If you
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Cowboys on the road tonight. Crying in their sleep. If I was a hungry man. With a gun in my hand. And some promises to keep. . Wanted to change the world. Watch as easy as murder. It's all
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needed. You can sell people * and make them eat it Where is our john wayne?. Where's our sacred cowboys now?. Where are the indians on the hill?. There's no indians left to kill Where is our john
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with someone they love. Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountian moringin's. Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night. And them that don't know him won't like him. And
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Cowboys and Indians, heteros and gays. Blacks and whites and all of their ways. Their all dancing underneath the moon Lawyers and army men, the left and the right. The preachers and communists, oh
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yicky, yicky yea. What was the greatest battle ever on the Western Plain?. What was the greatest battle ever on the Western Plain?. When me and a bunch of cowboys rode into Jesse James. Come a cow-cow
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Song Cowboys Are Frequently Secretly Fond Of Each Other - Willie Nelson. Cowboys Are Frequently Secretly (Fond of Each Other) Well, there's many a strange impulse out on the plains of West Texas
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with someone they love. Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountian moringin's. Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night. And them that don't know him won't like him. And
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city is drifting away. I know its night. But the night is calling. The night is calling me. I don’t want to fly. From my city drifting away. Your voices in my dreams. Take me home. Take me home with you
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to kiss. Wouldn't you say? Cowboys and angels. They all have the time for you. Why should I imagine that I'd be a find for you. Why should I imagine. That I'd have something to say But that scar
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This is the Fugees, outsiders up in here Everyone wants to be a cowboy. *** your guns boy. Forty-five by my side. No the * dies Zen, zen, zen, zen, zen, zen, zen. You shot your bullet, but
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This is the Fugees, outsiders up in here Everyone wants to be a cowboy. *** your guns boy. Forty-five by my side. No the * dies Zen, zen, zen, zen, zen, zen, zen. You shot your bullet, but
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>?. . Cowboys and angels. They all have the time for you. Why should I imagine that I'd be a find for you. Why should I imagine. That I'd have something to say
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. Reminds me of - the one I love. Deep in the heart of texas. The cowboys cry - ki-yip-pie-yi. Deep in the heart of texas. The rabbits rush - around the brush Deep in the heart of texas. The coyotes wail
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Did you sweep us far from your feet?. Reset in stone this stark belief. Salted eyes and a sordid dye. Too many years But don't despair. This day will be the damnedest day. Oh, if you take these
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Drifting, drifting. Drifting, drifting. . I was lost, I was drifting. I was drifting on life's lonely sea. Drifting here, drifting there. Always searching for the love that was meant for me
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started, drifting off every second. I can't wait to leave, as soon as I arrive, I count the seconds. Down and down we go. We'll touch this place we know. Before one of us takes a chance and breaks this
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Ooh, snakeskin cowboys. Who the hell you think you are. Youre dancin around with your high-heeled boots. Dont think that should get you far. Just hangin around with your fancy pants on. Aint got