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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeRodeo Hand
He's a rodeo hand a dyin' breed driftin' like a tumble weedRollin' where the urge tells him to goAnd all this cowboy really needs is a tank of gas and entry feesTo get him to the next big rodeoNow most athletes take alfalfa pills and super b'sA cowboy don't need all that motern stuffA cowboy's gotta be lean and mean he trainson caffine and nicotineAnd them all night drives help to make him toughHe's underfed and under paid and too damn hungry to be afraidSome where between the crazy and insaneCowboys ain't afraid pf dyin' shoot he'd even ride a red eyed lionIf you'd show him where to take the reinNow the only coach a cowboy needsis a growlin' gut that says come on let's eatSo tonight cowboy you better make a winning rideBout the only thing that makes him goIs that big gold buckle waitin' down the roadAnd a bad case of too much cowboy pride
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