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As a young cowboy he rode fast and free

The way that you do riding solitary

‘Til he met a young cowgirl even wilder than him

She broke him and rode him straight in to a

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The walls are so high

No wide-open space just a spec of blue sky

And he kicks like a wild mustang in a corral

And he cusses his fate with a coyote howl

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It was one Friday night out by Indian Wells

She said let’s go bareback he said what the hell

She burned him like a brand and burned through his bank roll

She left him with ashes and a 7-month-old

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The walls are so steep

There’s no getting out now he’s in it too deep

And he kicks like a wild mustang in a corral

And he cusses his fate with a coyote howl

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He drops little Cody with a sitter in town

Heads off to get drunk at the Broken Spoke lounge

But there she is hanging on the arm of some fool

He leaves his beer on the bar and he heads back to his

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One Tuesday night at the school PTA

A second-grade teacher walks up and says “Hey”

So you’re the dad Cody keeps bragging about

Well he’s a fine little man, you’ve done yourself proud

Then they go out for coffee, they go out for beers

Come this September, they’ll be married three years

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It’s a feeling of freedom like he’s never had

There’s a mare and a colt kicking out there in the corral

And a new baby cries with a coyote howl

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