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Listen to the girl, she cries because the cowboy
Has gone off to places he won't return from
And she's left all alone, like a lost sheep
With not even a dog to watch over her

I don't feel her pain, it must be fake
I feel for the cowboy who’s gone for good
If it’s true that you loved him
And in your eyes, he could only see himself

Because if it’s like that, when even his grave
Hears the echoes of your wild laughter
He’ll feel that the cold of your cruel forgetfulness
Is colder than the chill of death itself

And he’ll sense through some bad omen
That you’re already looking for someone to comfort you
To have it written down, just like you had him
Doing what all women do

And when he finds himself in the hole, beaten and without a knife
Unable to call you and longing for you in vain
The light of some eyes, for his blind eyes
And the warmth of a breast for his frozen forehead

He’ll feel the rage, unleashed and wild
Of the stubborn beast tied to the corral
When the ropes tighten against his back
And neither the halter nor the bridle can break

Listen to the girl, she cries because the cowboy
Has gone off to places he won't return from
And she's left all alone, like a lost sheep
With not even a dog to watch over her

I don't feel her pain, it must be fake
I feel for the poor cowboy who’s gone for good
Because I know how sad it is to be alone
When you’ve loved like a cowboy loves