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
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