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Just Riding Through
(Don Cusic)

Pack up your old guitar, cowboy. Roll up your old sleepin' bag.
It's time you got to movin', 'cause your life is startin' to drag.
You ain't leavin' nothin' but faces, the same stars watch you at night.
That same old lonesome will own you, but you've grown too tired to fight.

CHORUS
You're one child's father, another man's son,
One woman's candle of light.
Too far into tomorrow for lovin' somebody tonight.
You're too many miles from home now,
Gamblin' with nothin' to loose.
A side street hobo in rodeo clothes.
Cowboy, you're just riding through.

Pull on your old blue jeans, cowboy, put on your old dusty hat,
Sun-up caught you a-sleepin', gamblin' busted you flat.
The whiskey, it caught you a-drinkin', the rain and the wind caught you cold,
Lovin' cost you a memory, and the Devil - he caught your soul.

CHORUS

Cowboy, you're just riding through.


 


 

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