| Hot coffee on the dash board, a cold front on the way
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| Last night I was in Oregon, tomorrow Santa Fe
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| Up for two days running and I’m feeling tired inside
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| Down to my last dollar but tonight I’m gonna ride
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| Silver spurs and gold tequila
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| You know they keep me hanging on
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| Pretty girls in old cantinas
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| Give me shelter from the storm
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| The miles that I have traveled
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| The places I have seen
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| Just won’t let me put a saddle
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| On this crazy cowboy dream
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| A gold watch in my pocket my daddy gave to me
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| He spent his lifetime working for a home and family
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| I call him on the phone sometimes, I see him when I can
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| Just long enough to check the binds, jump the fence again
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| Silver spurs and gold tequila
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| You know they keep me hanging on
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| Pretty girls in old cantinas
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| Give me shelter from the storm
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| The miles that I have traveled
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| The places I have seen
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| Just won’t let me put a saddle
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| On this crazy cowboy dream
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| And I’ll never put a saddle
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| On this crazy cowboy dream
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| Silver spurs and gold tequila
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| You know they keep me hanging on
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| Pretty girls in old cantinas
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| Give me shelter from the storm
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| The miles that I have traveled
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| The places I have seen
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| Just won’t let me put a saddle
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| On this crazy cowboy dream |