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Cowboy
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Laverne/Du Santiago
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I woke up in cowboy boots
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Not mine and I dunno whoes
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So I throw wide my arm
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To check I am alone
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Oh how will I get home this morning
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A voice says don't you see
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these boots were meant to be
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Worn by you alone
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Cowgirl's future will be hard
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It's written in her scars
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And pills control her health
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She can't respect herself
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At least it makes her interesting
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Cowgirl don't you see
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These boots were meant for me
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Me and me alone
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Cowboy ask me if it's hard
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To live as something that I'm not
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I fix him in the eye
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A clown-like smile reply
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Why cowboy that's my job
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Cowboy don't you see
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These boots were meant for me
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Me and me alone
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The only good cowboy might be a dead cowboy
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But I am a cowboy
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I am the cowboy
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I will always be a cowboy
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This herd graze the City mile
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They're all the same
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And we like their style
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And when they fall to sleep
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They're careful not to be
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Their real selves in their dreams
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Oh cowboy you should be
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So careful that you keep your spurs sharper than me
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Cowboy
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| Kenickie |
