Seven hundred head of cattle on an old forgotten trail
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Six cowboys and one old man in another day of hell
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Chuckwagon lagging behind from the strain of a broken wheel
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The only thing to look forward to was a campfire and a meal
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Asleep beneath an open sky with just the stars above their heads
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A saddle for a pillow and some sagebrush for a bed
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Waking up tomorrow was merely done by chance
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Back when the west was wild and cowboys didn't dance
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When cowboys didn't dance
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Didn't wear designer shirts
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When their hearts were filled with memories
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Their bodies filled with hurt
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They would sit around the campfire and exchange a piercing glance
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Back when the west was really wild and cowboys didn't dance
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More coffee from an old tin cup, more sweat upon the brow
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Another day of chasing that same old lonely cow
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With every new horizon began a brand new day
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Thirteen hundred miles to go as they slowly made their way
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Across the plains of Texas and through the Colorado snow
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Final destination Blackfoot, Idaho
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When cowboys didn't dance
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Didn't wear designer shirts
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When their hearts were filled with memories
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Their bodies filled with hurt
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They would sit around the campfire and exchange a piercing glance
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Back when the west was really wild and cowboys didn't dance
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When cowboys didn't dance
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Didn't wear designer shirts
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When their hearts were filled with memories
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Their bodies filled with hurt
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They would sit around the campfire and exchange a piercing glance
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Back when the west was really wild and cowboys didn't dance
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Seven hundred head of cattle on an old forgotten trail
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Five cowboys and one old man in another day of hell
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When Cowboys Didn't Dance
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Lonestar |