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She's a rounder I can Ftell you that C She can sing 'em all night, Gtoo C She'll raise hell about the Fsleep she lost C But Even GCowgirls Get The CBlues.
Especially cowgirls, they're the gFypsy kind C And need their laid on 'em GlooseC She's lived to see the world turned Fupside down C Hitchin' Grides out of the blues.C
CBut even cowgirls get the Fblues, sometimes Bound to don't know what to Cdo, sometimes Get this feelin' like the Frestless wind G The only way she's ever Cbeen. A# A C
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Lonely nights are out there Fon the road C Motel ceilings stares you Gdown C There must be safer ways to Fpay your dues But Even GCowgirls Get The CBlues.
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