I can hear the wind whisper my name
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Tellin¡¯ me it¡¯s time to head out again
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My horses are trailered and the lights are shutdown
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I¡¯m long overdue for headin¡¯ outta town
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Gotta fever that they call the rodeo
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Just enough winners and make the next show
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Sometimes you make eight sometimes you hit dirt
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Go on pin another number to the back of my shirt¡¦
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(chorus)
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And I¡¯ll ride that pony fast
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Like a cowboy from the past
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Be young and wild and free
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Like Texas in 1880
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Just like Texas in 1880
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Awe, from Phoenix to Tulsa to the Astro Dome
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From New York City down to San Antone
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There¡¯s boys that are ridin¡¯ for legendary fameAnd our money¡¯s all gone but they still ride the same
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Our hearts are getting¡¯ broken
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And our heads are getting¡¯ busted
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We¡¯ll always believe in the things that we trusted
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They¡¯ll be those nights when glory comes round
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And we¡¯ll tip our hats and wave to the crowd¡¦
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(repeat chorus)
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(outro)
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Someday when you¡¯re older someone¡¯ll see
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That buckle hangin¡¯ there on your belt
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Askin¡¯ just how it felt¡¦
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(repeat chorus)
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Texas in 1880
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| Radney Foster |
