Tono: G
Introducción:
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He was an old-time cowboy, don't you understand?
His eyes were sharp as razor blades his face was leather-tanned
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His toes were pointed inwards from a-hangin' on a horse
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He was an old philosopher, of course
He was so thin I swear you coulda used him for a whip
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It's faster horses -- younger women -- older whiskey -- more money!
He smiled and all his teeth were covered with tobacco stains