(Ron Agnew)
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The cowboy will never get married to you, girl
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It's the fightin' that he just can't bear
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But when there's women and whisky and beer-drinkin' brawls
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The cowboy will always be there
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He'll sing you sad songs, girl, 'cause that's all he knows
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And soon you'll be listenin' to
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Solutions to problems you don't even have
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As he unloads his wisdoms on you
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He'll have you believin' he's one-of-a-kind
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And that his kind knows what livin's for
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He's a dreamer by nature, a liar, and soon
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He'll have you believin' he's more
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He'll say he's a loner, to cover the truth
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Some sympathy might see him through
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Just a hand on his shoulder and a bottle of that booze
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Then all he'll be needin' is you
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He'll drink all your whisky, to clear out his head
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Of the drinkin' he's already known
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And with a little persuasion, he'll lie in your bed
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And when you wake up, you're alone
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Now you're feelin' sorry, and the cowboy is gone
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He just a-has ta be a-movin' along
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But honey when you get lonesome, turn your radio on
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And the cowboy will sing you a song
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The Cowboy
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| C.W. McCall |
