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In the 1960's, in a small West Texas college town of Alpine
Sul Ross State, was known for cowboys and rodeo teams
Had an above average student there, that wanted to be a cop
With a dream to throw all the crooks in jail, make them walk the line
He always wore a white hat in his dreams
And what he was headed for was, "the cream of the crop"

His name is Rick Thompson, I went to school with the guy
At first a university cop, then to the city police force
But deep down inside, money was his need
With all the energy in the world and a  lot of try
The old western type of lawman, cowboy and horse
Until his down fall, because of his greed

Then went next door, to Marfa another little cow town
Right on the Mexican border, a drug smuggler's paradise
They need a new sheriff, the Marshal Dillon kind
Won every election,hands down
Wore a cowboy hat, but then he rolled the Devil's dice
He liked that cocaine money and what it could do for his mind

Was voted number one sheriff in Texas, everyone liked Old Rick
The Mafioso did too, they needed his protection
"Why he was ranch raised, just an old cowboy"
But all of that dirty money, he fell for the Devil's trick
Lost his fancy star, got him headed in a new direction
Found out just what it cost to be a "Cocaine Cowboy"

Got caught red handed with a TON OF COCAINE
Back of a horse trailer, street value of 43 million
He lost it all and sold his soul
A good cop gone bad and caused a lot of pain
Lost the white hat, the halo and the image of Marshal Dillon
Now in a Federal Pen somewhere...doing life without parole

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