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From the hills of KC, Wyoming
Where life's wooly and wild
Came a Navy brat in a cowboy hat
And that Copenhagen smile
And from buckin' broncs to honky tonks
He always sang a cowboy song
And we were much too young
Having too much fun
As we all sang along
And he sang, "Life's a highway
There's only one way you're gonna get through it
When she starts to twist, be more like Cris
Pull your hat down tight and just let do it
When that whistle blows and the crowd explodes
And them pickup men are at your side
They tell you, 'Good ride, cowboy, good ride'"
Take a ride
From gold buckles to gold records
Once again he was spinnin' 'round
Took the whole world on and he turned us on
To that western underground
And from "Bareback Jack" to this cowboy's hat
His songs were stronger than his pain
And he would not slow down, from town to town
Like children runnin' through the rain
He sang, "Life's a highway
There's only one way you're gonna get through it
When she starts to twist, be more like Cris
Pull your hat down tight and just let do it
When that whistle blows and the crowd explodes
And them pickup men are at your side
They tell you, 'Good ride, cowboy, good ride'"
And he sang, "Life's a highway
There's only one way you're gonna get through it"
Yeah, "When she starts to twist, be more like Cris
Pull your hat down tight" let me have it (And just let do it)
When the whistle blows and the crowd explodes
And them pickup men are at your side
They tell you, 'Good ride, cowboy, good ride'"
When we cross that River Jordan
With Saint Peter on the other side
Singin', "Good ride, cowboy, good ride"
Say, "Good ride, cowboy, good ride"