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She threw my boots into a closet.
She threw my hat upon a shelf.
She said your cowboy days are over.
Go make something of yourself.
You can find a job in town.
Sell your horse and settle down.
She don't know what she's asking.
And I don't know what I'll do now.

Heaven knows how much I love her.
But this cowboy life is all I know,
and to try to live without her,
would tear a hole into my soul.
You know I drew some bad ones.
Some good ones put me on the ground,
but the hardest ride of my life
is the one i'll take when I
cowboy up and settle down.

You know that I cant blame her.
Every week's the same old song.
I'm always gonna ride the next one.
Be back in the money before too long.
All this rodeo can give her
is a broken home and broken heart.
It's time to pay the fiddler
and its tearing me apart.

Heaven knows how much I love her,
but this cowboy life is all I know,
and to try to live without her,
would tear a hole into my soul.
You know i drew some bad ones,
some good ones put me on the ground,
but the hardest ride of my life
is the one i'll take when I
cowboy up and settle down.