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Down at the old El Western Motel
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There¡¯s a sturdy old cowboy in room number 12
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Since the ranches closed down
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It¡¯s all shot to hell
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Forced to move into town
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El Western Motel
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(Verse)
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40 hard years he rode for the brand
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Ridin and ropin, a top heir hand
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Hit off with a handshake from a smug lonely man
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Thanks for 40 hard years that you rode for the brand
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(Verse)
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They gave him a week to pack up and go
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In 22 minutes he was off down the road
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Everything that he owned in an old flatbed Ford
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40 years gathers in a 2-54
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(Chorus)
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And he once reeked of whiskey and horse flesh and danger
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Now he¡¯s a stranger in this little town
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Tonight in his dreams he¡¯ll pack up and ride
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Through the summer of life upon the divide
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(Verse)
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Just down the road there¡¯s a silver spur bar
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Stretch of the legs, not very far
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Every night at the very same barstool he sits
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Keeps to himself, he smiles and he tips
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(Verse)
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Now and then in this tavern there¡¯s some drunken fool
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Who feels free to join him pulls up the stool
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His eyes, they glance over
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He ain¡¯t drunk, he¡¯s just bored
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There¡¯s no joker story that he ain¡¯t heard before
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(Chorus)
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And he once reeked of whiskey and horse flesh and danger
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Now he¡¯s a stranger in this little town
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Tonight in his dreams he¡¯ll pack up and ride
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Through the summer of life upon the divide
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(Verse)
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Cowboy at Christmas brings a rodeo crowd
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They¡¯re young and they¡¯re pretty and they¡¯re pretty damn loud
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His eyes play a trick, so quick he¡¯s not sure
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A young barrel racer that reminds him of her
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(Verse)
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In the side him¡¯s the young man that¡¯s yearning the lance
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Buy her a drink and ask her to dance
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He¡¯ll be danged if he¡¯ll play the old fool cliche
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Their eyes almost meet and his turn away
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(Chorus)
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And he once reeked of whiskey and horse flesh and danger
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Now he¡¯s a stranger in this little town
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Tonight in his dreams he¡¯ll pack up and ride
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Through the summer of life upon the divide
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(Verse)
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The maid is knockin with clean towels and fresh sheets
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The guy down in 12 ain¡¯t been seen in a week
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The desk clerk, he comes and he uses his key
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Finds him dead on the bed, John Wayne on TV
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(Verse)
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The good will they came to sort through his stuff
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A buckle, a saddle and a Winchester pump
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Picture of a girl once with the car
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Take back together and two purple hearts
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(Verse)
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Down at the spur came the word that he passed
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And his bar room buddies all hoisted a glass
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In voice raised a toast with the deepest regret
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Now he¡¯s only remembered by those triumphal bids
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(Chorus)
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And he once reeked of whiskey and horse flesh and danger
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And he died a stranger in this little town
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Tonight in his dreams he¡¯ll pack up and ride
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Through the summer of life upon the divide
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Through the summer of life upon the divide
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Down at the old El Western Motel
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El Western Motel
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Chris Wall |