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Lyrics for Cowboys and Indians by M:
| | | Artist: | M |
| | Album: | New York, London, Paris, Munich | | Track: | Cowboys and Indians | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 227 | | | | Lyrics: | Hello, everybody. It’s TV-Time! Off we go.
I’ve got a holster for my
gun.
Silver spurs on my boots.
I’ll be ready when they come.
God help the
first one that shoots!
I guess I’ll never change...
‘Cause I was born on the
range.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.
Heyup!
I won’t
make Custer’s mistake;
He didn’t finish all his beans.
Sometimes I get the
shakes.
Wish I was back in New Orleans!
I guess I’ll never
change...
‘Cause I was born on the range.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and
Indians.
Hands up! Golly!
Howdy, pardner.
I guess I’ll
never change...
‘Cause I was born on the range.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys
and Indians.
Oh, no. We don’t stand a chance!
This could be my last
stand:
War paint and colors everywhere.
Aw, shucks! My Winny just did jam!
No
Redskin’s gonna trim my hair!
I guess I’ll never change...
‘Cause 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.
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