The Dead South – Broken Cowboy (Guitar)

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It's been a long dark dirty road

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And pocket full of gold

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And I've been out here now

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All on my own

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Well it's real quiet here

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Just the way I like it here

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There's no one to bother me

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Except...

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   In 1955, born into Wadena's pride

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  I laid my head on that

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   Milligan creek bed

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   When I was a young man

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  I helped build this land

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Oh, I put down these rails as a CPR man

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Thought I'd live forever

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With my heart in my pocket

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Oh, my gun by my side

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And my feelings in a locket

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Well, that was a cold year in Seventyseven

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But I married my wife

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We had 2 kids

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I gave her a daughter

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She gave me a son

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And we rode those damn horses until we had none

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Fists still like flyin'

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Doing things for dyin'

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Oh I should have put that old gun away

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But I, I am me, a broken cowboy

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And I don't feel right no more

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'Cause I am a broken cowboy

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Livin' life in the fast lane

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Racing cars and robbing trains

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I thought I had it all

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Then one day I got the call

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A father's worst dream

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My son went down and I

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The colours deceive me

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As I see grey

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Oh you're cutting me down with those

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Cold words you're saying

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Then you called me brother

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But this can't be so 'cause you slander my name

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Anywhere the wind will blow

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But I, I am me, a broken cowboy

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And I don't feel right no more

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'Cause I am a broken cowboy

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Yes I am broken cowboy

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It's been a long dark dirty road

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But a pocket full of gold

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And I've been out here now

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All on my own

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Well it's real quiet here

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Just the way I like it here

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There's no one to bother me

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Except that old taunting tree