Well my name is Cecil Brown and I'm from a little town and people don't think much of me I never understood why they thought I was no good But this is how it seems The feelings of this worn out cowboy will make you feel so cold I've traveled up and down so many kind of lonesome roads I once took the high road and it took me straight to hell and I stood there all by myself Cause all alone's where I feel like I belong Cause it don't matter who's right or wrong The feelings of this worn out cowboy will make you feel so cold I've traveled up and down so many kind of lonesome roads Pickin' up the pieces of my broken family Is not an easy sight to see And as the leaves have changed it helps ease the pain and sufferin' they left for me The feelings of this worn out cowboy will make you feel so cold I've traveled up and down so many kind of lonesome roads
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