Cowboy Singer

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Seventeen years she's been in this 
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world
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Wide-eyed and wistful, pretty little
 Mormon girl
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She don't know I'm wicked, and she 
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don't know I'm old
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Sweet Jesus forgive me, but she 
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gets in my soul


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She believes in the future and the 
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family tree
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And she thinks there's a little 
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spark of good left in me
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And she comes to my door, 'cause 
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she thinks I can bring her
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The glamorous life of a cowboy 
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singer


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I rise from my bed to her hand at 
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the bell
I look like the devil and I'm 
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feeling like hell
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But she don't seem to notice, she 
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just steps right inside
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For to sing me the song, she made 
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up last night


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And her voice is shining with the 
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moon and the stars
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And she plays so unspoiled on that 
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two-bit guitar
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Singing, "Love" and "Tomorrow" and 
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"Thank The Redeemer"
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And I doom and anoint her a 'Cowboy
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 Singer'


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Alone in my room when she leaves me
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 again
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I stare at the wall and feel death 
closing in
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But I like to imagine, I will meet
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 her one day
In a land at the end of this 
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lonesome highway


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In a fine high country, where the 
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best songs are sung
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And the labels don't care if 
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you're old or you're young
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And the Martins are cheaper, and 
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the pastures are greener
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And all of the angels are cowboy 
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singers
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Oh, and all of the angels are 
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cowboy singers