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Cowboys and indians

by -M-


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Iīve got a holster for my gun.
Silver spurs on my boots.
Iīll be ready when they come.
God help the first one that shoots!

I guess Iīll never change...
īCause I was born on the range.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.

Heyup!

I wonīt make Custerīs mistake;
He didnīt finish all his beans.
Sometimes I get the shakes.
Wish I was back in New Orleans!

I guess Iīll never change...
īCause I was born on the range.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.

Hands up! Golly!

Howdy, pardner.

I guess Iīll never change...
īCause I was born on the range.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.

Oh, no. We donīt stand a chance!

This could be my last stand:
War paint and colors everywhere.
Aw, shucks! My Winny just did jam!
No Redskinīs gonna trim my hair!

I guess Iīll never change...
īCause I was born on the range.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.

Now tell them the true story - Cowboys and Indians.
How the west was really won. Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.



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