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Cowboys Brooklyn

This morning I woke up alone I spent the day time on my own Lots of people have come and gone To hear a cowboy sing an old time song CHORUS: Oh babe

Of war and peace the truth just twists Its curfew gull it glides Upon four-legged forest clouds The cowboy angel rides With his candle lit into the sun

I'm growing tired of the big city lights Tired of the glamour and tired of the sights In all my dreams I am roaming once more Back to my home on the

Uncle Jeff played the fiddle in his Colorado home And I backed him on the banjo so he didn't play alone We've got five generations of a fiddle playin

There's gonna be some changin' 'round Babe, when you come turn me down Trifled on me for your last time When I come home at night Why you always start