Are there any more
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real cowboys
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Left out in these hills?
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Will the fire hit the iron
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One more time?
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And will one more
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dusty pick-up
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Coming rolling down the road
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With a load of feed
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before the sun gets high?
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Well, I hope that
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working cowboy never dies.
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Not the one
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that's snortin' cocaine
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When the honky-tonk's all closed
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But the one
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that prays for more rain
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Heaven knows
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That the good feed
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brings the money
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And the money buys the clothes
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Not the diamond sequins
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shining on TV
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But the kind the
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working cowboy really needs.
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Are there any more
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country families
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Still working hand in hand
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Trying hard to stay together
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And make a stand?
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While the rows and rows of houses
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Come creepin' up on the land
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Where the cattle graze and
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an old grey barn still stands
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Are there any more
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real cowboys in this land?
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Are there any more
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real cowboys in this land?
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Are There Any More Real Cowboys?
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| Neil Young |
