(Monty Criswell/Michael White)
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Me and Junior, Sunny and Steve hangin' at the fillin' station
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And drinkin' Cokes out by the grease rack a week before graduation
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Telling lies 'bout the girls we knew perpetuating backseat legends
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Four years worth of near misses too numberous for me to mention
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Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown
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Watching grass grow as the sun goes down
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Cruising Fridays nights at the Dairy Queen
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Driving 'round and 'round
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Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown
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I got tired of sitting around chewing on the same old stories
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And I decided the girl next door wasn't enough to hold me
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I left town on the 4th of July and caught a glimpse in my rearview
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mirror
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Of Junior, Steve, and Sunny at the gas station
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Lookin' like a permanant fixture
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Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown
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Watching grass grow as the sun goes down
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Better be careful were you take a step, keep one eye on the ground
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Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown
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Well I took a long gander at the high rise world
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And life on the big city streets
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It's folks talking on the corner and gabbing on the streets
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When I think about it all well I'd much rather be
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Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown
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Watching grass grow as the sun goes down
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While life goes by at a much slower pace
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Than the speed of sound
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Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown
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Shootin' the bull in an old cowtown
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Shootin' The Bull (In An Old Cowtown)
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| Sammy Kershaw |
