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He's riding the plains living up to his name
As the next to the last true romantic
He knows that his story is tragic
But he can't rest until he's next to you

All the girls know his fame, men curse his name
And they talk about him like he's magic
But he's the next to the last true romantic
And he can't rest until he's next to you

He's stolen hearts like they're horses
And horses when hearts can't be found
He keeps riding from one horse to one horse to one horse towns
It gets him down

He knows he's a fool to get caught up with you
But he's the next to the last true romantic
And he can't let go of love once he's had it
And he can't rest until he's next to you

There's always whiskey and women
And women and whiskey around
And he can't tell which is worse
To be dying of thirst or to drown
That gets him down

So he smiles through the pain, he pinch Estelle, he dance with Jane
Sometimes even he don't know how he stands it
But he's the next to the last true romantic
And he can't rest until he's next to you
And he can't rest until he's next to you

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