| Where do cowboys go when they die?
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| Is there a place in the sweet bye and bye?
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| Where the water is clean and the grass grows free
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| And there ain’t a cloud in the sky
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| «What is reincarnation?» |
| A cowboy asked his friend
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| His friend replied «Well Son
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| It happens when your life has reached its end
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| You see, they comb your hair and they wash your neck
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| And they clean your fingernails
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| And they you down in a batted box
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| Far away from life’s prevails
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| Now the box and you goes in a hole
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| That’s been dug into the ground
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| And reincarnation starts
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| When you’re planted beneath the mound
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| You see the box melts down just like the clods (?)
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| With you who is inside
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| And then, you’re just beginning your transformation ride»
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| Is there a place in the sweet bye and bye
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| Where do cowboys go when they die?
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| «Well, in a while some rain’s
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| Gonna come and fall upon the ground
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| 'Til one day on your lonely little grave
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| A little flower will be found
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| And say a hoss should wander by
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| And graze upon the flower
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| That once was you but now becomes
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| A vegetative bower
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| That little flower that the hoss done ate up
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| With all his other feed
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| Becomes bone and fat and muscle
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| Essentials for the steed
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| But some he’s consumed, he can’t use
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| So it passes through
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| Finally it lays there on the ground
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| This thing that once was you
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| And then say that I should wander by
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| And gaze upon the ground
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| And wonder and ponder
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| On this object that I’ve found
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| Well it sure makes me think of reincarnation
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| Of life and death and such
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| And I ride away concludin'
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| You ain’t changed all that much"
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| Where do cowboys go when they die?
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| Is there a place in the sweet bye and bye?
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| Where the water is clean and the grass grows free
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| And there ain’t a cloud in the sky |