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The Cowboy

The Cowboy

Down at the corner, standing near the streetĀ 
A cowboy lights his cigarette, with his hound at his feetĀ 
He is waiting for the bus to come, he has been there a whileĀ 
I walk over to him, he greets me with a smileĀ 

I said sir, How have you been. He said, Let me tell you sirĀ 
I've been in the prairies, tending cattle and the herdsĀ 
Not a day or nights gone by that I haven't thought of herĀ 
Today she will be on that bus, today I'll be hersĀ 

I tended cattle, I sang them all to sleepĀ 
But beneath the stars each night, she was always in my dreamsĀ 
Today she comes to me, and I'll make real my dreamsĀ 
Then the bus pulled up and it stopped, in front of him and meĀ 

A girl steps out and I say, She is a pretty thing at thatĀ 
He walks over to her, he removes his hatĀ 
He says, I've been in the prairies tending cattle in the fieldsĀ 
I have faced the weather, I chased them in the hillsĀ 

Not a day or nights gone by that you weren't on my mindĀ 
If you choose to put on this ring, forever you'll be mineĀ 
She puts her arms around him, her eyes open wideĀ 
She said, I do love you, as the tears fell from her eyesĀ 

They then walked away being followed by that houndĀ 
But I remember well that day for his words still hang aroundĀ 
I've been in the prairies, tending cattle and the herdsĀ 
Every night they were sang to sleep, but he always thought of her.Ā 

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