Michael Allen Ott: Music

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She threw my boots into a closet.
She threw my hat upon a shelf.
She said "Your cowboy days are over,
go make something of yourself.
You can find a job in
town.
Sell your horse and settle down."
She don't know what she's
asking
and I don't know what I'll do
now.

Heaven knows how much I love her.
But this cowboy life is all I know.
To try to live without her
would tear a hole
into my soul.
You know I drew some bad ones.
Some good ones put me on the ground.
But the hardest ride of my life.
Is the one I'll take when I.
Cowboy up and settle down.

You know that I can't blame her.
Every week's the same old song.
I'm always gonna ride the next one.
Be back in the money
before too long.
All this rodeo can give her.
Is a broken home and broken heart.
It's time to pay the fiddler
and it's tearing me apart.

Heaven knows how much I love her.
But this cowboy life is all I know.
To try to live without her
would tear a hole
into my soul.
You know I drew some bad ones.
Some good ones put me on the ground.
But the hardest ride of my life.
Is the one I'll take when I.
Cowboy up and settle down.