I walked behind the chute, strapped my spurs to my boots
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At that big Rodeo in Cheyenne
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Feelin' tired and sore for a ride the day before
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And a thousand other rides since I began
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As I climbed up the gate I heard that young cowboy sayin'
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Well, that ole man ain't gonna ride, and I had to smile
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I said son it ain't age that makes me look this way
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It ain't the years boy it's the miles
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It ain't the years that I've known that have taken their toll
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Cause they've been few
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If you took all the mashin's the draggin's and the crashin's
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You'd probably look the same way I do
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It's the million miles of road and gettin' snatched around and throwed
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That finally put the cramp in my style it ain't the years boy it's the miles
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Went on and made my ride only scored a sixty-five
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But you know what really made my day complete
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Was when I looked up just in time to see that young cowboy goin' flyin'
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And land in a pile at my feet
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And as the first aid came to haul him away I said son you'll be
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Alright in a little while
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He's on his way to findin' out what it's all about
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It ain't the years boy it's the miles
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It ain't the years that I've known that've taken their toll
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Cause they've been few
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If you took all the mashin's...
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It ain't age that makes me look this way it ain't the years boy it's the miles
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It Ain't The Years It's The Miles
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| Chris LeDoux |
