(Lyle Lovett)
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Let's have a hand for that young cowboy
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And wish him better luck next time
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And hope we see him up in Fargo
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Or somewhere farther down the line
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This time he sure drew a bad one
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One that nobody could ride
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But by the way he pulled his hat on
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You knew he'd be there for the fight
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And it's the classic contradiction
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The unavoidable affliction
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Well it don't take much to predict son
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The way it always goes
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One day she'll say she loves you
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And the next she'll be tired of you
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And push'll always come to shove you
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On that midnight rodeo
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He almost made it to the buzzer
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Somehow he gave up in the end
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He put one hand around the other
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And let that pickup man on in
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And it was his last chance to ride it
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And now he'll have to move along
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But he knows back in his mind that
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He won't be away for long
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And it's the classic contradiction
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It's the unavoidable affliction
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It don't take much to predict son
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The way it always goes
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Because one day she'll say she loves you
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And the next she'll be tired of you
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And push'll always come to shove you
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On that midnight rodeo
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So let's have a hand for that young cowboy
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And wish him better luck next time
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And hope we see him up in Fargo
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Or somewhere farther down the line
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Farther Down The Line
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| Lyle Lovett |
