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Tuning: E A D G B E
I gDrew up dreaming of being a cowboy And lGoving the cowboy wDays. PDursuing the life of my high riding heroes I Eburned up my childhood Adays. ID learned all the rules of a moder day drifter Donut you Ghold on to nothing too Dlong Just Gtake what you need from the Dladies and Gleave them With the Dwords of a Asad countryD song.
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My Gheroes have always been Dcowboys EAnd they still are itA seems GSadly in search of and Done step in Gback of ThemDselves and their Aslow movingD dreams.
CoDwboys are special with their own brand of misery FromG being alone too lDong. YDou could die from the cold in the arms of a nightmare KEnowing well that your best days are gAone PiDcking up hookers instead of my pen I let the Gwords of my youth fade Daway. GOld worn out saddles and Dold worm out Gmemories With Dno one and Ano place toD stay.