1A. |
We lived 'cross the street from a feed lot |
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Where horses stood waiting for rides |
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In a truck to a place where they made glue |
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From the hooves and old hearts and tough hides |
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1B.
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I'd hang on the fence as I watched them |
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One eyed me and sniffed at my hand |
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I climbed on and whispered, “Let's go, boy” |
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Not sure where I thought I would land |
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I was a Glue-lot Cowboy |
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I dressed and I acted the part |
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Only a Glue-lot Cowboy |
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But a real one, in my heart |
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2A. |
My friends found me at the feed lot |
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Each claimed the best horse that he found |
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We trotted around that enclosure |
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And pretended we raced 'round and 'round |
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2B. |
We hooted and hollered and chased calves |
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Lassoed that last wild roan |
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Till Daddy showed up and he grabbed me |
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And grounded me when we got home |
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3. |
A song brought back thoughts of those horses |
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I pictured them strong in their stride |
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I hope they remembered us cowboys |
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And were glad for their very last ride |
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coda
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I'm a real one, in my heart |
