His heart wasn't in it
Stole a kiss as
he road away
He never hung his hat up at
Kitty's place
I should've
been a Cowboy
I should'be learned to rope and
ride
Wearing my six-shooter riding
by pony
on a cattle drive
Stealing the young girl's
hearts
Just like Gene and Roy
Singing those
campfire songs
I should've been a cowboy
I might of had
a side kick
with a funny name
Running wild
through the hills
chasing Jesse James
Ending
up on the brink of danger
Riding shotgun for
the Texas Rangers
Go west yound man, haven't
you been told
California's full of whisky,
women and gold
Sleeping out all night beneath
the Texas stars
Dream in my eye and a prayer in
my heart
I should've
been a Cowboy
I should'be learned to rope and
ride
Wearing my six-shooter
riding by pony
on a cattle drive
Stealing the young girl's
hearts
Just like Gene and Roy
Singing those
campfire songs
I should've been a
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