It might seem old fashioned Swinging on this porch Staring at a million stars While [?] We scrape out a livin Workin until dusk Sometimes it feels Like this whole world Is forgotten folks like us Theres still a few cowboys around Still a few train whistle towns Still a few churches with steeples Full of good Godfearing people Still a few hearts running wild Looking like its growing out of style Oh there aint too many left like me and you But theres still a few Well Ford shut down the factory The bank took the [?] farm Round here we just get tough When times hard And it might be naive to think Each others all we need But thats what I believe Yeah we may be a dying breed But theres still a few cowboys around Still a few train whistle towns Still a few churches with steeples Full of good Godfearing people Still a few hearts running wild Looking like its growing out of style Oh there aint too many left like me and you But theres still a few Theres still a few cowboys around Still a few train whistle towns Still a few churches with steeples Full of good Godfearing people Still a few hearts running wild Looking like its growing out of style Oh there aint too many left like me and you But theres still a few Oh theres still a few
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