I don't know why I act the way I do, like I ain't got a single thing to lose. Sometimes I'm my own worst enemy, I guess that's just the cowboy in me. The urge to run, the restlessness, the heart of stone I sometimes get. The things I've done for foolish pride. The me that's never satisfied. The face that's in the mirror when I don't like what I see, I guess that's just the cowboy in me.
No matter who you are, big or tall, old or young. No matter where you call home, we all have a little cowboy in us all.
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