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Boys Don't Cry

Riding on the range,
I've got my hat on,
I've got my boots dusty.

I've got my saddle
On my horse.
He's called... T-t-t-t-t-trigger
Of course.

I want to be a cowboy
And you can be my cowgirl
I want to be a cowboy
And you can be my cowgirl
I want to be a cowboy

Riding on the chuck wagon,
Following my man.
His name is Ted,
Can you believe that?
Camping on the prairie
Plays havoc with my hair.
Makes me feel quite dirty,
Though we all do sometimes

I want to be a cowboy
And you can be my cowgirl
I want to be a cowboy
And you can be my cowgirl
I want to be a cowboy

Looking like a hero,
Six-gun at my side,
Chewing my tobacco.
Out on the horizon,
I see a puff of smoke.
Indians on the warpath,

White man speak-em with forked tongue.
Or not.

I want to be a cowboy
And you can be my cowgirl
I want to be a cowboy

My name is Ted,
And one day I'll be dead yo, yo.

Written by CHATTON, BRIAN / RAMSDEN, NICK / RICHARDS, NICK / SEOPARDI, JEFF
Published by Peermusic Publishing

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