A beat up truck by the creek bed
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A head full of things that she said
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The only comfort he has left is by his side
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Round bottle and a paper sack
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Watchin' the blue sky fade to black
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He would be heading home about this time
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But tonight his truck will drive right by their street
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Her minds made up and he knows that it's time to leave
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Chorus
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When a cowboy rides into the sunset
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All he owns is tears and regrets
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A buckle or two, his chaps, and vests
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A broken heart in a tangled mess
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And the memory of the one he left behind
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When a cowboy rides
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Six more miles to San Anantone
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Feels like he fought at the Alimo
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And the Texas sun isn't fair to tear stained eyes
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He'll ride for the pain and wind
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Or he'll fall off and lose again, but he'll get back up and try tomorrow night
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Chorus
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When a cowboy rides into the sunset
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All he owns is tears and regrets
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A buckle or two, his chaps, and vests
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A broken heart in a tangled mess
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And the memory of the one he left behind
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When a cowboy rides
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He doesn't care 'bout the money he's lost
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Or the broken bones and sleeveless nights he's spent
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Cause more than one time he's counted the cost
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And it all comes down to the woman that he left
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Chorus
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When a cowboy rides into the sunset
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All he owns is tears and regrets
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A buckle or two, his chaps, and vests
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A broken heart in a tangled mess
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And the memory of the one he left behind
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When a cowboy rides
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A cowboy rides
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A Cowboy's Ride
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| Jason Michael Carroll |
