not another existential cowboy,
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and no more california champagne,
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not another saddle tramp, sick, sore, lonely and out of place ,
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crying in his coffee ice cream, c'mon,
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edith cannot fix another engine,
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nor paint another face on a rubber can clown,
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she takes another temp job,
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but in her secret heart she rides,
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sad, sweet heart of the rodeo,
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awooooo-ooooo,
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not an urban legend now, sad, sweet heart of the rodeo,
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awoooo-ooooo-oooo-ooo-ooo
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give it a rest, give it a rest, give it a day,
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norman says that you can take a valium,
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or maybe something stronger,
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'cause he doesn't understand,
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well, how do you get so excited watching the lusty man?
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the marlboro man died of cancer,
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and he wasn't a rocket scientist when he was healthy, ha ha ha,
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she took one last gulp of soft city condensention,
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and blasted off from his little launch pad for parts west
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sad, sweet heart of the rodeo,
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awooooo-ooooo,
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Not an urban legend now,
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sad, sweet heart of the rodeo,
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Listen, Cowboy Bill, where are ya? (awooo-ooo-ooo)
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(*long guitar solo*)
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Sad Sweet Heart of the Rodeo
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| Harvey Danger |
