The Cowboy Song taby ukulele według Garth Brooks

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Pushin' horns weren't easy like the movies said it was
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And I don't recall no dance hall girls or hotel rooms with rugs
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You worked hot and tired and nasty rode you pony's head too low
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There were all the nights you couldn't sleep, cause it was too damn cold               
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And you'd sing, Strawberry Roan and Little Joe

Verse 2
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Like the time we hit the river and the rains began to fall
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And the water was rising so damn fast we thought it'd drown us all
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We lost a lot of steers that day and four or five good mounts
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But when all the boys rode into camp we knew that's what counts
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And we sang, Yippie Ti Yi Yay and Amazing Grace


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Or the night they broke behind us and then they took us by surprise
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I whistled out the Bonner I seen the terror in his eyes
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And he rode for all his horse would ride and I know he done his best
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But he crossed over Jordan ridin' Dunny to his death
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And we sang, Bringin' in the Sheaves and the Rugged Cross

Instrumental Solo

Verse 3
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So when you see that cowboy he's not ragged by his choice
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He never meant to bow them legs or put that gravel in his voice
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He's just chasin' what he really loves and what's burning in his soul
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Wishin' to God that he'd been born and hundred years ago
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Still singin', Strawberry Roan and Little Joe