This land used to be full of wide open spaces,
and places to conquer for young me like me who rode
high in the saddle, our spurs they'd go jinglin'
away cross the prairies; our way to be free.
No trails for old cowboys, they done paved them over.
No trails for old cowboys, it's all citified.
These longhorns, I keep them as pets in the backyard.
No trails for old cowboys to ride.
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