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Seven hundred head of cattle on an old forgotten trailSix cowboys and one old man in another day of hellChuckwagon lagging behind from the strain of a broken wheelThe only thing to look forward to was a campfire and a mealAsleep beneath an open sky with just the stars above their headsA saddle for a pillow and some sagebrush for a bedWaking up tomorrow was merely down by chanceBack when the west was wild and cowboys didn't danceWhen cowboys didn't danceDidn't wear designer shirtsWhen their hearts were filled with memoriesTheir bodies filled with hurtThey would sit around the campfire and exchange a piercing glanceBack when the west was really wild and cowboys didn't danceMore coffee from an old tin cup, more sweat upon the browAnother day of chasing that same old lonely cowWith every new horizon began a brand new dayThirteen hundred miles to go as they slowly made their wayAcross the plains of Texas and through the Colorado snowFinal destination, Blackfoot, IdahoWhen cowboys didn't danceDidn't wear designer shirtsWhen their hearts were filled with memoriesSongtexteTheir bodies filled with hurtThey would sit around the campfire and exchange a piercing glanceBack when the west was really wild and cowboys didn't danceWhen cowboys didn't danceDidn't wear designer shirtsWhen their hearts were filled with memoriesTheir bodies filled with hurtThey would sit around the campfire and exchange a piercing glanceBack when the west was really wild and cowboys didn't danceSeven hundred head of cattle on an old forgotten trailFive cowboys and one old man in another day of hell Aus Songtexte Mania