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© Cowboy
A tall drink of water some may call him, a loner to others he is called. A sight for sore eyes, a vision in tight blue jeans.
No Saturday night cowboy, he rides the open range. Little doggies, blue skies, and a friendly camp fire are his best friends.
A man who can bow his head at the sight of a newborn calf, and thanks the Lord for the rain. This is a man of all seasons, he rides the open range.
No bright city lights, the stars will lite his nights. A sweet guitar and a woman of pure country heart is what he wants next to him.
I look as he walks away and pray that he will return, a vision in tight blue jeans, that cowboy was meant for me!
I dream of starlit nights and him next to me.
Cowboys in tight blue jeans, make any woman blush and dream!
© 2002 All Rights Reserved By:
Dee {DBM}
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