You'll never see me crying in my beer,
you'll never know me, but I'll always be here,
I'm the Ghost Cowboy
Living in a world, out of my time,
Giving no reasons and making no lines,
I'm the Ghost Cowboy
This is the last, blast from the past,
the cowboys no more, and no eagles will soar,
I'm the Ghost Cowboy
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