Well, up and down these empty streets
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Out there in the noon day heat
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Dusty hair and tired feet
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Wonderin' about her
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Kicking in them old tin cans
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Clicking sticks along the fence
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Wonderin' where the good times went
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I'm not really sure
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A rodeo boy
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A rodeo boy
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A rodeo boy in a one horse town
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And down at the old cafe
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People throwing looks my way
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I guess they don't know what to say
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Since they heard the news
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A small town boy, a city girl
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She took him right out of his world
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Left him standin' on the curb
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Now he's got the blues
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A rodeo boy
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A rodeo boy
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A rodeo boy in a one horse town
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So, I don't ride anymore
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My saddle hangs behind the door
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My boots are scattered on the floor
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I walk around in shoes
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I guess I could catch a train
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I'm hopin' she'll come back again
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Hopin' that her mind will change
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I guess I'm just a fool
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A rodeo boy
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A rodeo boy
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A rodeo boy in a one horse town
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A rodeo boy
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A rodeo boy
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A rodeo boy in a one horse town
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A rodeo boy
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A rodeo boy
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a rodeo boy in a one horse town
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Rodeo Boy
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| Fred Eaglesmith |
