He was never into leather and studs,
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But, he liked them all the same.
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He bought his records from a magazine
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Called "Metal, Death, & Pain",
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He grew up strong and he grew up right,
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Except in his daddy's eyes,
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Who said, "Now, son don't you waste your time
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With all of them evil lies."
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So there he was, the first punk rock cowboy,
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Always wondering how it would be
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To grow up in the punk rock scene, yeah,
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But, he never, ever gave up on his punk rock dreams.
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So he headed off in a whiskey haze,
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Going to a "Pistol Show", and all of the sudden,
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There she was just standing on the edge of the road.
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Sweetest girl he'd ever seen, she calls herself Irene,
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Later on that little cowboy found out,
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She had herself three clit rings!
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So there he was, the first punk rock cowboy,
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Always wondering how it would be
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To grow up in the punk rock scene, yeah,
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But, he never, ever gave up on his punk rock dreams.
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And if you see him standing in the crowd,
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Be sure to say hello,
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You'll never miss him in his cowboy hat,
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Maybe moshing just a little too slow.
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And if you're wondering what he's about,
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Ask him, it's plain to see, he'll say,
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"I'd like to stay and rock 'wit y'all,
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I love this here punk rock scene!"
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So there he was, the first punk rock cowboy,
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Always wondering how it would be
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To grow up in the punk rock scene, yeah,
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But, he never, ever gave up on his punk rock,
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No, he never, gave up on his punk rock,
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No, he never, gave up on his punk rock dreams.
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Punk Rock Cowboy
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