Hiding all my sneakers I only wear the boots. They think that I’m a cowboy Oh brother what a hoot. Not told a soul about it that I came from way back East. Landed here in Austin Oh brother what a treat.
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I ride a horse name Blazer He’s tall and likes to run Playing the part of a cowboy A six pack and my gun. I smile at all the girls I’m happy they can’t see That I’m just a New York Yankee And this saddle’s killing me.
Blazer and I in Austin I’m shopping for a hat A store on Cannon Drive The Stetson’s where it’s at New boot are now required My sneakers they can’t see Cowboy shirt and tight fitting jeans They’ll all envy me.
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I ride a horse name Blazer He’s tall and likes to run Playing the part of a cowboy A six pack and my gun I smile at all the girls I’m happy they can’t see That I’m just a New York Yankee And this saddle’s killing me.
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I’m in the bar with Blazer He seems to like the beer But whiskey’s for the cowboys At least that’s what I hear
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I ride a horse name Blazer He’s tall and likes to run Playing the part of a cowboy A six pack and my gun I smile at all the girls I’m happy they can’t see That I’m just a New York Yankee And this saddle’s killing me.
Yep this saddle killing me
I’m a New York Yankee
And this saddle killing me How in the heck can they chew this stuff? Spit!
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