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WHEN THE CHUTE GATE WINGS OPEN, HERE WE GO AGAIN
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THE DESPARATE DANCE, THE KICK AND THE SPIN
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DUST RISIN FROM A CROSS BRED BULL, FIRE MEETS WITH PRIDE
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THE MAN'S COME A LONG WAY, JUST FOR THE SHORT RIDE

HIS WIFE'S IN THE GRANDSTANDS, TRYIN TO SWALLOW THE FEAR
A LITTLE BABY INSIDE HER, WHO'S TIME'S DRAWING NEAR
THE BULLS FLYING HIGH NOW, THEN HE FALLS TO HIS SIDE
THEIR LOVE CAME A LONG WAY, JUST FOR THE SHORT RIDE

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TWO HEARTS IN THE DARKNESS, SING A BLUE LULLABY
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BEAT THE DRUM SLOWLY, FOR A COWBOY'S LAST RIDE

AND WHEN THE DUST HAD ALL SETTLED AND THE CROWD DISAPPEARED
THE SIRENS STILL ECHO, IN AN UNBORN CHILDS EAR
LITTLE BOYS DUE IN APRIL, HE HAS HIS DADDY'S BLUE EYES
HE'LL ALWAYS REMEMBER, HIS FATHER'S LAST RIDE

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THEY PREACHED AT THE SERVICE, FROM JOHN 25
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HOW CHRIST CAME ALONG WAY, JUST FOR THE SHORT RIDE

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BEAT THE DRUM SLOWLY, FOR A COWBOY'S LAST RIDE
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WELL THE CHUTE GATE SWINGS OPEN, HERE WE GO AGAIN