I know you're sleepy, it's time to go home
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Momma is waiting, for you all alone
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But I'll see you next Sunday
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Let me dry your eyes
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You know, cowboys and daddies, don't ever cry.
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I liked the movie, the picnic was fun
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Of course, I still love you, you don't have to ask me son
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And I'll see you next Sunday
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And let me dry your eyes
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'Cause you know, cowboys and daddies, don't ever cry.
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I dream some day, we could go away
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I'd take you down to Mexico or up on Hudson's Bay
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Are but only a fool, knows the grief of schemes
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I've never been too good, at planning it seems.
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Some day when you're older and the Cowboy's grown
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You'll know how it hurts every time I take you home
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I wait for each Sunday with tears in my eyes
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That's when Cowboys and Daddys, don't ever cry
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Cowboys and daddys don't ever cry...
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Cowboys And Daddies
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| Bobby Bare |
