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It’s all the same, only the names will changeEvery day, it seems we’re wastin’ awayAnother place where the faces are so coldI’d drive all night just to get back homeI’m a cowboyOn a steel horse I rideI’m wanted dead or aliveWanted dead or aliveSometimes I sleep, sometimes it’s not for daysThe people I meet always go their separate waysSometimes you tell the day by the bottle that you drinkAnd times when you’re alone, well, all you do is thinkI’m a cowboyOn a steel horse I rideI’m wanted (wanted), dead or aliveWanted (wanted), dead or aliveOh, and I rideYeahOh, I’m a cowboyOn a steel horse I rideI’m wanted (wanted), dead or aliveAnd I walk these streets, a loaded six-string on my backI play for keeps ’cause I might not make it backI’ve been everywhere, still I’m standing tallI’ve seen a million faces and I’ve rocked them all‘Cause I’m a cowboyOn a steel horse I rideI’m wanted (wanted), dead or alive‘Cause I’m a cowboyI got the night on my sideAnd I’m wanted (wanted), dead or aliveAnd I ride (and I ride), dead or aliveI still drive (I still drive), dead or aliveDead or aliveDead or aliveDead or aliveDead or alive