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  1. Cowgirl

From the album 101

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Lyrics

Fine young cowgirl living a life humbly
Use to ride up on the western front
Wild horses, fields of green
Living life like a stream

Every Sunday we would play by the big oak tree
She'd ride into town with a stack of daisies
Stories told, hand hold
Ring of Rosie
All fall down, laughing and rollin' around

Stopped dead in our tracks
Churchbells in the air
Cowgirls hands tied behind her back
Big buckles, Sunday dress
Hate in their eyes, Silver in hand
Yelling so loud
I heard nothing