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Well first off I'm an Okie, so don't call me Tex. Oh, I don't mind you askin' 'bout this cast here on my leg. I had a little bad luck with a bull in Santa Fe. He stomped me good, but I'll ride the knot cuz if I don't I don't get paid. No, I never thought about a safer line of work, with a little more security, that won't get me hurt. You can take away my pickup, put me in a black sedan. Hang up my hat, spurs, and boots; here's my Copenhagen can. Put me in a high rise office, make me wear a suit an' tie. But I'll be a cowboy 'til the day I die. Unless you're one of us, you'll never understand. Cowboyin' ain't just what I do, it's who I am. It's how I think; it's what I feel; it's the way of life I love. Now it ain't like I had a choice, it's in my blood. You can take away my pickup, put me in a black sedan. Hang up my hat, spurs, and boots; here's my Copenhagen can. Put me in a high rise office, make me wear a suit an' tie. But I'll be a cowboy 'til the day I die. You can take away my pickup, put me in a black sedan. Hang up my hat, spurs, and boots; here's my Copenhagen can. Put me in a high rise office, make me wear a suit an' tie. But I'll be a cowboy 'til the day I die. Yeah, I'll be a cowboy 'til the day I die.
Writer(s): Karen Staley, George Varble Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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