Cowboy Singer

(início)

INTRO: C  G  C
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Seventeen years she's been in this world
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Wide-eyed and wistful, pretty little Mormon girl
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She don't know I'm wicked, and she don't know I'm old
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Sweet Jesus forgive me, but she gets in my soul
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She believes in the future and the family tree
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And she thinks there's a little spark of good left in me
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And she comes to my door, 'cause she thinks I can bring her
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The glamorous life of a cowboy singer
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I rise from my bed to her hand at the bell
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I look like the devil and I'm feeling like hell
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But she don't seem to notice, she just steps right inside
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For to sing me the song, she made up last night
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And her voice is shining with the moon and the stars
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And she plays so unspoiled on that two-bit guitar
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Singing, "Love" and "Tomorrow" and "Thank The Redeemer"
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And I doom and anoint her a 'Cowboy Singer'
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Alone in my room when she leaves me again
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I stare at the wall and feel death closing in
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But I like to imagine, I will meet her one day
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In a land at the end of this lonesome highway
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In a fine high country, where the best songs are sung
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And the labels don't care if you're old or you're young
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And the Martins are cheaper, and the pastures are greener
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And all of the angels are cowboy singers
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Oh, and all of the angels are cowboy singers