Boots and a buckle jukebox and a bottle
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Old rodeo cowboy its part of the draw
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He dreams of tomorrow winnin' the next show
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Till he looks in the mirror that hangs on the wall
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There's a weathered old face like leather its aged
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With scars you can trace that run down to his soul
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The mirror can't hide what the drinks will disguise
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There's a rodeo cowboy that's gettin' too old
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Bars shouldn't have mirrors who wants to see the real thing
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Bars shouldn't have mirrors is that cowboy I'm lookin' at there really me
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But he'll tell all his stories live over past glories
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Will the whisky will make him a winner again
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But every drink that is raised he'll see his face
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Cause the bottles just a mirror he holds in his hand
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Bars shouldn't have mirrors...
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Bars Shouldn't Have Mirrors
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| Chris LeDoux |
