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you may have lost your Stetson
you'll always have your boots
you're still wearing them Wranglers
and you still like to shoot
you still love the mountains
and all of them country tunes
you may not have a Stetson
but you still have cowboy roots

maybe you don't rope and punch
there are oh so many ways
that you can be a cowboy
on your best of days
with the kindly "thank ya ma'am"
and your beat up truck
"cowboy" is just a label
and that label is stuck
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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