I walked behind the chute, stapped 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.
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It ain't the years boy...it's the miles.
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Went on and made my ride, only scored a 65.
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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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allright 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, the draggin's, and the crashin's, you'd
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probably look the same way I do.
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It's the million miles of road of gettin' snatched around and throwed,
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That finally put the cramp in my style.
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It ain't age that made 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 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, It's The Miles
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| Chris LeDoux |
