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[Ouverture]
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The skies are dark and gray
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For a week now it's been rainin' everyday
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And the Kan–sas City kid
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Is on the couch, still tryin' to rope the stray 

[Verse 1]
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Well he's Crocket and he's Custer
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And he's Hickok's right hand man
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He's tryin' to tame the west
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But mom don't seem to understand

[Verse 2]
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And she's told him to get ready
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Cause it's for the time for bed
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And how he wishes he were free
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Cause he was simply born to be
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A cow---boy 

[Bridge]
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Asleep, he rides the range
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 On a saddle that has seen its better days
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 And hear, the coyotes call
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 They sing the sun to rest as evening falls

[Verse 3]
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Well make a pot of coffee boys
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So strong you taste the grain
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Stretch out on your blanket
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As he clears his throat to sing

[Verse 4]
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Keep you eyes upon him 
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With his Gary Cooper grin
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It doesn't take much sense to see 
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That he was simply born to be
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A co---ow---boy

[Verse 5]
Am                              Em
This concrete city's fenced him in
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Can't win 'm all, but he'll be on his feet again
Am                            Em
He'll ride his fantasies till then
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Don't he take after me, he was simply born to be
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A co--o--o--ow--boy 

[Coda]
Am   C      Am           C
 The skies, are dark and gray
Am     C                   Am           C
 For a week now, it's been rainin' everyday 
Am       C   Am       C
 From a  Kan–sas City kid
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 Is all tucked in and dreamin' of the range

[Outro]
Am C   Am C  Am  C    Am  C
 A co--o--o--ow--boy   
Am C   Am  C    Am  C  Am  C
 A co--ow--boy