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Well ... I was Born a Cowboy
Some say the momma cried
I was born with spurs on
an a pistol.. on my side
Lariot ... on my shoulder
Levis ... patched and bleached
The birth was hard & mom bout died
When the Doctor said ... He's breach.
 They tied mom to the bed post
So I could nurse and get some strength
I didn't bawl ... I bellered
I was good at raising stink
Mom was in shock ... an so was Doc
Poor Dad just went insane
He looked at Doc . . and said . . "You,
You've damaged that kid's brain."
My cradle was a tin bath tub
I couldn't lay by mom in bed
Mom screamed with just one look at me
and held a pillow ... down on my head
I've often heard Dad yell at Mom
"I know that kid's not mine"
Mom yelled . . "You can't deny he's yours
He's a regular baby Frankenstein."
Dad thought things would be bad
but they turned out much worse
The most lovin words I ever heard
He'd look at me and curse
But, I've heard it said.. When I was born
The stars came out to play
They knew someday . . I'd shine like them
In my own peculiar way. 
I'm not the girl mom wanted
to dress in pretty lace
She didn't want a mustache
a hanging on my face
A ring on every finger
Knife in both my boots
I'm well prepared. . don't mess with me
I wear two guns ... that shoot.
Big black hat an long black coat
Chaps and a pony tail
Besides my guns an knives an rings
I can tell ... some wild and woolly tales
I've got the best horse in the world
My dog is next to none
0l Wes here is the best friend I've got
He's a smart old son-of-a-gun!
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