Road hard and I put up wet, been down but I can't get up yet

It's a long ride back to the way I want to feel

Sun down across the plain, I've bee sore before I'll be sore again

No place to hide to keep from runnin'

Laid down in the cotton wood hollow though I left a trail that no man could follow,

Is it safe to rest my head again till morning

Cracked throat, my canteen's dry

Rain won't fall from an empty sky, so I whisper Hail Marys till the sun comes up



Now don't tell me that part of the story when the cowboy falls in love

When he traded in his pistol and his saddle and the stars above

When the candles burnin' down, when midnight comes around

Know the best that we could hope for is to be laughin' when we finally hit the ground



Road hard come down tired, strip from the saddle when the rifle fired,

Deep in dreams of women and clean water

Well I did before what I'll do again

So forgive me father if I have sinned, but the old wood cracks before it bends



Now don't tell me that part of the story when the cowboy falls in love

When he traded in his pistol and his saddle and the stars above

When the candles burnin' down, when midnight comes around

Know the best that we could hope for is to be laughin' when we finally hit the ground



Now don't tell me that part of the story when the cowboy falls in love

When he traded in his pistol and his saddle and the stars above

When the candles burnin' down, when midnight comes around

Know the best that we could hope for is to be laughin'

When we finally hit the ground




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