Well my name is Cecil Brown
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and I'm from a little town
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and people don't think much of me
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I never understood
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why they thought I was no good
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But this is how it seems
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The feelings of this worn out cowboy
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will make you feel so cold
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I've traveled up and down so many
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kind of lonesome roads
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I once took the high road
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and it took me straight to hell
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and I stood there all by myself
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Cause all alone's where
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I feel like I belong
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Cause it don't matter
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who's right or wrong
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The feelings of this worn out cowboy
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will make you feel so cold
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I've traveled up and down so many
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kind of lonesome roads
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Pickin' up the pieces
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of my broken family
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Is not an easy sight to see
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And as the leaves have changed
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it helps ease the pain
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and sufferin' they left for me
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The feelings of this worn out cowboy
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will make you feel so cold
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I've traveled up and down so many
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kind of lonesome roads
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Cecil Brown
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| Hank Williams III |
