Livin' with my eyes closed, goin' day to day I never knew the difference, i never cared either way Lookin' for a reason, searchin' for a sign Reachin' out with both hands, i gotta feel the kick inside All fired up Now i believe there comes a time All fired up When everything just falls in line All fired up We live an' learn from our mistakes All fired up, fired up, fired up - hey
Ain't nobody livin', in a perfect world Everybody's out there, cryin' to be heard Now i got a new fire, burnin' in my eyes Lightin' up the darkness, movin' like a meteorite
Chorus: All fired up Now i believe there comes a time All fired up When everything just falls in line All fired up We live an' learn from our mistakes All fired up, fired up, fired up The deepest cuts are healed by faith Now i believe there comes a time
When everything just falls in line We live an' learn from our mistakes The deepest cuts are healed by faith
Now i believe there comes a time When everything just falls in line We live an' learn from our mistakes The deepest cuts are healed by faith Now i believe there comes a time When everything just falls in line We live an' learn from our mistakes The deepest cuts are healed by faith Now i believe there comes a time When everything just falls in line We live an' learn from our mistakes The deepest cuts are healed by faith Now i believe
Isn't it? I got to meet them when they came to Foxwoods and all three autographed my cowboy hat! Two weeks after that I wore it at the Fred Astaire Regionals in Boston and we did a solo to that song. It was cool.
Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold. They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold. Lonestar belt buckles and old faded levis, And each night begins a new day. If you don't understand him, an' he don't die young, He'll prob'ly just ride away.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys. Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks. Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such. Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys. 'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone. Even with someone they love.
Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings, Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night. Them that don't know him won't like him and them that do, Sometimes won't know how to take him. He ain't wrong, he's just different but his pride won't let him, Do things to make you think he's right.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys. Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks. Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such. Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys. 'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone. Even with someone they love.
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