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Cowboy Blue
(words & music by Markus Rill) |
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She called me her cowboy
I called her “my love”
I learned all about joy
Till I learned what I knew just wasn’t near enough
I know how to round up cattle
I’m good at horseback ridin’, too
But when it comes to lovin’ I ain’t got a clue
There’s no greater fool than a heartbroke fool
And there’s no deeper shade of blue than cowboy blue
I’d been just about to give up
I’d been just about doin’ alright on my own
Then she came along and I thought I’d struck on luck
She came along and I came to know
I know how to make moonshine liquor
I’m good at six-gun shootin’, too
But when it comes to lovin’ I ain’t got a clue
There’s no greater fool than a heartbroke fool
And there’s no deeper shade of blue than cowboy blue
I know how to round up cattle
I’m good at horseback ridin’, too
But when it comes to lovin’ I ain’t got a clue
There’s no greater fool than a heartbroke fool
And there’s no deeper shade of blue than cowboy blue |
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