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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 polishedand 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 hatand the buckle on my belt I wear with pride
You might even find a snuff can in the pocket of these old wore out fadedblue Levi's
Well I'm a cowboyon the rodeo circuitand when it's time to ride Well I bear down and trybut when I play I go to some ol' crowded bar roomand get drunk & wild along with the other guys
Well I know it can't go on like this foreverand I maybe a fool just runnin' wild through life
But it's my life and I'll live it to the fullestand 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 streamand with a son and his mother sittin' by me and with love I'll help him tostrive to reach his dream.
Good Cowgirls keep their calves together *grin*
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