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 You could take my money

 You could take my credit cards

 You could take everything I own in this whole wide world

 It wouldn’t ( (7th fret)) be that hard

You could take my socks

You could take my shoes

You could tell me what I call reality

Is just a ruse

 But don’t take my hat

 Leave it on my (low ) head

 It keeps my forehead from turnin’ red

 It keeps the rain from pourin’ (low ) down

 It’s the original American crown

You could take my house

You could take my car

You could take my laptop

You could take my guitar (well, maybe not the guitar)

You could take my television set

So shiny and new

You could take my cable box

And a coupla old cans of soup

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The one thing I learned from all this is that if you have a hill to climb, waiting won’t

it any smaller.

And if you ain’t met yer match ya ain’t looked hard enough

They tell me that a wishbone ain’t no substitute for a backbone, and I believe it’s true

Any cowboy can carry a tune. The trouble just comes when he tries to unload it.

And—when in doubt—let your horse do the thinkin’

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