I met a brash young man
he wore cowboy boots
and a Stetson
a rock and roll bar in south Houston
on a Friday night.
He smiled
I melted
he was from Colorado.
Cowboy blues
tired and true
broke my heart as he
rode away
now I live with the
cowboy blues
everyday.
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