Well them old cowboys don’t sing too much no more
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They’ve been singing to the wind
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And their throats are sore
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And every love they rode away from makes them walk the floor
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Them old cowboys don’t sing too much no more
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Like an old wolf in a leg trap
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They’ll stand up fierce when you come
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They want to be counted but their time hasn’t come
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Just an old man drowning in a ten gallon hat
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Like an old wolf caught in a leg trap
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Dry and dusty dry and dusty
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Whiskey makes the guitar rusty
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But soothes the voice like honey for a while
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Raise a glass to the cowboy friend who’s life we’ll never see again
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Who’s songs run on like water for all time
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Well way out on the prairie the cowboy wrote his songs
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Long have grown the grasses round the spring where he sat long
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Who’s crystal shattered fettered souls of all who listened long
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As the cowboy strummed in time alone
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Dry and dusty dry and dusty
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Whiskey makes the guitar rusty
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But soothes the voice like honey for a while
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Raise a glass to the cowboy friend who’s life we’ll never see again
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Who’s songs run on like water for all time
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Who’s songs run on like water for all time
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Song For Ian Tyson
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| Old Man Luedecke |
