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Cowboy Up
A Cowboy lives his life,
From sunrise to sunset.
Hard work, calloused hands,
And a bunk to hang his hat.
Riding, roping, branding,
It's all for a week's pay.
Come Friday night it's time,
To chase the blues away.
A few cold beers in hand,
A Cowgirls twirling skirt.
It helps a man forget,
The hard days in the dirt.
But when the fun is done,
And the sun starts to grin.
It's time to grab the reins,
And Cowboy up again.
Copyright ©
Randy Freie
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