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v50th Birthday
v(to the tune of Should,ve Been a Cowboy, by Toby Keith)
I bet you never heard our friend Mike Andrews say
"at this job for years I wanted to stay."
Yeah, stickin' around ain't what He wants to do.
if they asked him twice and begged him pretty please,
He'd of said "NO" in a New York minute.
He never liked his job. his heart wasn't in it.
Yeah, He's just there to get his pension pay.
He never thought for 30 years He would stay.
He should've been a cowboy.
He should've learned to rope and ride,
Wearin' his six-shooter,
Ridin' his pony on a cattle drive,
Stealin' the young girls' Hearts,
Just like Gene and Roy,
Singin' those campfire songs,
Yeah, He should've been a cowboy.
He might've had a sidekick by the name of Tim,
racin' cars down the road for that nascar win.
Instead of climbin' up those telephone poles,
He'd be found at the local bar, his waterin' hole.
"Retire, young man," haven't you been told,
this ole telephone job is a getting' old.
You could sleep all day beneath the desert sky,
With your dog by your side and a cold coors lite.
You should've been a cowboy.
You should've learned to rope and ride,
Wearin' your six-shooter,
Ridin' your pony on a cattle drive,
Stealin' the young girls' Hearts,
Just like Gene and Roy,
Singin' those campfire songs,
Yeah, you should've been a cowboy.
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