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Introdução:
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Foggy San Francisco two thousand miles from home
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Chasing after a lady I'd like to call my own
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I've been out of work since I left my job on the Bar-K cattle ranch
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Where my mamma cried, "Think it over, son, before you take a chance."
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And lord, I sure do miss the folks and all those friends of mine
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The city's pretty lonely when a man's just killing time
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The people never stop to talk or look you in the eye
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And the buildings there they grow so tall they cover up the sky
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But I went for a job the other day, the man looked me up and down
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He said, "You're a horse-riding cowboy who looks like he just hit town
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But if you can swing a rope, I reckon you can ring a bell
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And if a bucking bronc can't throw you off, youâ??ll hold the curves as well
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Well, I didn't know what he was getting at 'til he took me to this barn
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A great big place with high brick walls, not like down on the farm
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Instead of hay and horses, it had cement, steel and tar
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He said, "Hop on board and let me see if you can drive a cable car"
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Well, it looked like a little house with windows all around
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A little room set on the back and steps down to the ground
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A roof and a porch and benches and wheels set on a track
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I'd never seen such a doggone thing, but I didn't tell him that
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So mamma don't you worry, things are really going fine
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I'm working now as a brakeman on the California Line
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And the folks are mighty friendly when they hop on for a ride
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And when it's cold and rainy, my lady loves to ride inside
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You can say I'm still a cowboy, it's just a different horse I ride
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I round up strays on the city streets and I spend my days outside
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These hills of San Francisco are my own West Texas plains
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And ringing a bell is like singing to those dogies on the range