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I suppose, there's a better way to make a livin'
To make money so i could live in luxury
But the life behind a desk in a building
Would be like a prison sentence to me
My manners are not refined or even polished
And my speech it may be crude to most you see
I guess that i was just born a dreamer
But in my life i relish pride and being free
My clothes are high heeled boots and a big hat
And the buckle on my belt i wear with pride
You might even find a snuff can in the pocket of these old wore out faded
Blue levi's
Well i'm a cowboy
On the rodeo circuit
And when it's time to ride well i bear down and try
But when i play i go to some ol' crowded bar room
And get drunk & wild along with the other guys
Well i know it can't go on like this forever
And i maybe a fool just runnin' wild through life
But it's my life and i'll live it to the fullest
And i can look back and say that it was right
And some day when my rovin' days are finally all over
Well i can picture a little home down beside a stream
And with a son and his mother sittin' by me and with love i'll help him to
Strive to reach his dream.
Good cowgirls keep their calves together *grin*
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