Of man's progress I don't give a hoot
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And man's estrangements Of nature's arrangements
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Has given cause for my heartbreak To boot
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The simple life though Filled with strife
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And struggle with the land
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Still remained its simple self
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And that I understand
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So city smog and dog eat dog
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For some may hold sublime
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Well as for me If I had my way
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I'd had lived Some other time
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Praise the prairie
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And pass the cake
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I'd like to eat it too
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But being born now was my mistake
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I've passed the buckaroo
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I'd say
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You're right
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No chance Why fight?
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Why be A cowboy star
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(But) Hump back brahmas
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Lovely cow mamas
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Saw dust floor saloons
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Dance hall queens Romanced in my dreams
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So why pop my baloon?
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No chance
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Why fight?
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Still in my own right
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I'd be A cowboy star
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Dreams of my life
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Are so carried away
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If just in my dreams
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I could Be for one day
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Just for one day
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Lost in my dreams
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I'll be riding away
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like a cowboy star
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Stage set: Sundown,
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In my last Showdown I'll be....
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Cowboy Star
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| Ambrosia |
