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I was on the bar, with a glass half empty. Washing down the dust, when she brushed up against me.
She was soft, she was pretty, that I'm not. She said "You look lonesome." I said "Yeah, I get that a lot."
And she knew I was a cowboy, I was headed west.
She I was a cowboy when we met.
I had mud on my boots, my hat with sweat.
lines on my face, and of regret.
My belt buckle still caught her eye, the only thing I got thats still got a shine.
Yeah she I was a cowboy, a long shot at best.
But she knew I was a cowboy we met.
Had her mind up, both hands on the wheel, her bags in the back of that old Oldsmobile.
Left her tears on the pocket of my pearl buttoned shirt, I wispered I her, but I don't think she heard.
But she knew I was a cowboy, not she needed I guess. But she knew I was a cowboy when we met.
she knew I was a cowboy, when she left