Saw a sign on the highway, I was driving along
Way home on a hilltop is where I belong
I took a look at the hole where my head used to be
And I'll sing you a song that descended on me
The way I live
Determines the way my people survive
Yes the way I live
Determines the way my people survive
So I went to the country to look up a friend
'Cause I heard that the house and the barn had a blend
I took a look at the hole where the bird used to be
And I'll sing him a song because he sang one for me
The way I live
Determines the way my people survive
Yes the way I live
Determines the way my people survive
And the names of the cowboys will all blow away
Like the dust off the desert on a hot windy day
I've tried so hard to tell you in so many ways
That I'm scared of the heartache and scenes with the cowboy of dreams
And the names of the cowboys will all blow away
Like the dust off the desert on a hot windy day
I've tried so hard to tell you in so many ways
That I'm scared of the heartache and scenes with the cowboy of dreams

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