One You Can'T Ride
With his face all weathered and torn
And his boots ran down
This cowboy walks slowly he knows
He still has bronc's to ride
But with a smile with some teeth missing
His eyes red and sore from the lack of sleep
Everyone knows he has a softer side
His hands broke and busted
He reaches for a rope
He'll throw with a soft touch
Cause he knows this cabayo
He's got to try
His shirt and pants are still dusty
From his last ride
But his spurs still shine
And his new hat has fine shape
And this cabayo he'll make his friend
Cause he said if he can't ride him
Then this one he'll buy
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