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Cowboy Spirit

Someone walks beside me every time a climb aboard It's a tingle and a feel some think that it's the lord It's there behind the chutes and with you on that bull It's the spirit of a rider that died some years ago He's pullin on your bull rope and helpin with your wrap He's spottin you and pullin on the flank behind your back He gives you all his courage when your callin for that gate And he's tossin that hat every time you ride for eight He knows the bandages and pain and all the broken bones He's been to every high and felt every awful low He knows about the sport and every trick about the game He's the definition of COWBOY and the world calls him Lane

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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