His rhinestones lost their color, and he’s got an attitude,
He’s been through a lot, never meant to be rude.
This cowboy still roams from east to west.
Still carrying that bullet lodged up in his chest.
Singing that song, that he has written long ago.
Swaying his way singing; not knowing where to go.
The fire in his eyes, have died out from the pain.
The music that he was singin, is no longer keeping him sane.
Memories of everything that was never meant to be.
He trembles along life, looking for that key.
So if you see this cowboy please don’t think he’s rude
His rhinestones lost their color and he’s got an attitude

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