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when we rest at the end of the trail
if we feel like ropin'
we'll hitch to a star
when we rest at the end of the trail
if we feel like ropin'
we'll hitch to a star
when we rest at the end of the trail
if we feel like ropin'
we'll hitch to a star
when we rest at the end of the trail
if we feel like ropin'
we'll hitch to a star
no fences can hold 'em
ropin' her dreams
texas and smoke in his voice
no fences can hold 'em
ropin' her dreams
texas and smoke in his voice
my pony and me
no more cows to be ropin'
no more strays will i see
my pony and me
no more cows to be ropin'
no more strays will i see
she'd better be
am i hopin' to be ropin' her
yes siree
she'd better be
am i hopin' to be ropin' her
yes siree
and mean old brahma bulls
calf ropin'
hog tying
and mean old brahma bulls
calf ropin'
hog tying
keep provokin' me
keep on ropin' me
like a rodeo
keep provokin' me
keep on ropin' me
like a rodeo
drivin' cattle
ropin' steers and burnin' his brands
there ain't no lettin' up all day long
drivin' cattle
ropin' steers and burnin' his brands
there ain't no lettin' up all day long
i had to try to be the greatest bareback rider alive
i went and did some practicing on pa's old ropin' mare
and i thought i'd take that bronc i'd drawed
i had to try to be the greatest bareback rider alive
i went and did some practicing on pa's old ropin' mare
and i thought i'd take that bronc i'd drawed
farmin' boys from everywhere
just a ropin' in our dreams
buckin' down the highway in old trucks and faded jeans
farmin' boys from everywhere
just a ropin' in our dreams
buckin' down the highway in old trucks and faded jeans
things ain't changed much since i've begun
i still think of my dad when i'm ropin' one up and i sing his song to my son
go ridin' young cowboy. go ridin' young cowboy.
things ain't changed much since i've begun
i still think of my dad when i'm ropin' one up and i sing his song to my son
go ridin' young cowboy. go ridin' young cowboy.
we gotcha whole clique surrounded in a cul-de-sac
so baby get ta jump-ropin' over a broken glass because. the craft""
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we gotcha whole clique surrounded in a cul-de-sac
so baby get ta jump-ropin' over a broken glass because. the craft""
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