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Joey And Rory The Life Of A Song

the power of a song I've been blessed with fame and fortune, oh but in the end A song's what I wish I could've been Chorus A song lives forever and

bad, if you ask me, Our song's gotta be so darn P.C. so DAMN P.C. Repeat Chorus Play the song, play the song Play the song, play the song Play the song, play the song

happy songs Was all I'd play But I was wrong Oh I was wrong Sweet Emmylou What are we gonna do It's only been a week or two And he's found someone

Take off your boots Leave 'em there on the floor And hang that old hat On the hook by the door Leave the horses and cattle And the ranch far behind

ll know what to do He might give his heart to me But he'd give his life for you Rodeo You've got a hundred other men You don't give a damn bout him

t withstand a symbol o the workin' man and old cowgirls like me Chorus: Boots are made for sawdust floors Stirrups on a quarterhorse To kick yourself when ya been a

I'm as free as a bird now, And this bird you can't change. this bird you can't change, this bird you can't change. Bye, babe, its been a sweet love.