Some days, I feel like the last of a dying breed trying to find where I fit Somewhere between high on top of the world and fighting with calling it quits Mama says she thinks I've always been this way, like I was just born with it Some days, I feel like the last of a dying breed trying to find where I fit
Cowboys and dreamers like us Lovers and leavers and long-shot believers Who get up and kick off the dust We live and die for the rush Ain't nothing sweeter than chasing that fever Too much is never enough For cowboys and dreamers like us
We like our big skies, our West Texas blue eyes until they cry in the rain We're always after some greener pastures that won't quit calling our name We ride against the grain, we don't pull back on the reins
Cowboys and dreamers like us Lovers and leavers and long-shot believers Who get up and kick off the dust We live and die for the rush Ain't nothing sweeter than chasing that fever Too much is never enough For cowboys and dreamers like us
Cowboys and dreamers like us Lovers and leavers and long-shot believers Who get up and kick off the dust We live and die for the rush Ain't nothing sweeter than chasing that fever Too much is never enough For cowboys and dreamers like us
Ain't nothing sweeter than chasing that fever And too much is never enough For cowboys and dreamers like us
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