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There's something about the heart of this man |
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That pushes him harder than anyone can |
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He may be tired and saddle worn |
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But a cowboy's work is never done |
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He needs to be free like the wind |
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He needs to be wild like the man that he is |
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Through the dog days of summer |
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Or a hard winter storm |
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A cowboy's work is never done |
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To bed with the chickens |
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And up before dawn |
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He'll say his prayers beneath a mountain of stars |
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And there's cows to feed and wire to be strung |
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Cause a cowboy's work is never done |
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He needs to be free like the win |
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He needs to be wild like the man that he is |
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Through the dog days of summer |
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Or a hard winters storm |
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A cowboy's work is never done |
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Tonight when he lies down |
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He'll fall fast asleep |
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You see this cowboy's the last of a dying breed |
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Adn when he lies down he'll leave his boots on |
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Cause a cowboy's work is never done |
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He needs to be free like the wind |
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He needs to be wild like the man that he is |
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Through the dog days of summer |
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Or a hard winter storm |
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A cowboy's work is never done |
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Through the dog days of summer |
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Or a hard winter storm |
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A cowboy's work is never done |
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No a cowboy's work is never done |