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1.Another lonely motel room another lonely night 
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  I gotta ride on a bronc called Certain Doom and I need to show 85 
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  Money's tight and mornings are rough 'cause at night I toss and turn 
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  Thinkin' I should change my course and head on home to her 
 

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C.And I'm wonderin' if I'm broken down 
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  Thinkin' I should turn around 
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  Pack up my belongings and go home 
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  But there's something I feel down inside 
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  Must be damned old foolish pride 
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  And the dream of ridin' someday in the Dome 
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  Keeps me coming back each time 
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  Me and my crazy old mesquite cowboy mind 
 
2.Another 7 second ride, just a second shy of rent 

  She's searching through the mail for the check I never sent 

  Lately I've been getting thrown, landing hard and tasting dirt 

  But it's not broken bones it's a broken heart that's causin' me to hurt