Intro: A 



[Refrão]
 
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Are there any cowboys left in the good ol' U.S.A.? 
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I'm tired of drugstore outlaws from Dallas to L.A. 
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I'm tired of make-believing they're all the things they say 
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Are there really any cowboys left in the good ol' U.S.A.? 



[Verso 1]
 
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I searched this golden land of ours from the East coast to the West 
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And you know it was the cowboys helped to make our land the best 
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Well, I've searched this country over, but I've only found a few 
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Who'd still stand up for the things they love 
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The way the cowboys do 



[Refrão]
 
          A                       D            A 
Are there any cowboys left in the good ol' U.S.A.? 
    A                                           E7 
I'm tired of drugstore outlaws from Dallas to L.A. 
    A                               D                   A 
I'm tired of make-believing they're all the things they say 
          A                              E7           A 
Are there really any cowboys left in the good ol' U.S.A.? 


Instrumental: 
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[Verso 2]
 
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Someone said, "There's Tiny," as this big man crossed the street 
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Wearin' leather chaps and Levi's despite the Texas heat 
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Well, he must have read my mind, 'cause he threw some truth my way 
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He said, "Honey, cowboys just ride on when the towns get in our way" 



[Verso 3]
 
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Then he walked up to the paddock and he grabbed a big red mare 
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And he rode off in the sunset, but you know it just ain't fair 
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That there ain't no room for free men or cowboys in our land 
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You can fence up all the good green earth 
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But you're never gonna change the man 



[Refrão]
 
          A                       D            A 
Are there any cowboys left in the good ol' U.S.A.? 
    A                                           E7 
I'm tired of drugstore outlaws from Dallas to L.A. 
    A                               D                   A 
I'm tired of make-believing they're all the things they say 
          A                              E7           A 
Are there really any cowboys left in the good ol' U.S.A.? 


Outro: 
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Are there really any cowboys left in the good ol' U.S.A.?