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Looking back to when I was a kid |
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All I wanted was to be a cowboy |
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A city cowboy |
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Wore a hat and had two silver guns |
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And I'd get a friend to be the Indian |
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He never would win |
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Him and me, fought a battle |
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Chased each other through the alley |
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Super me, winning battles |
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Was my manifest destiny |
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Then somewhere I had a change of ways |
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Decided I would rather be an Indian |
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Me and my friend |
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Super me, winning battles |
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Then I got a sense of history |
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Looking back, it's no surprise to find |
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Lots of people kept on playing cowboys |
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Killing Indians |
