Lyrics
Chorus
Them cowboys rode straight through Kansas City
Boots in the mud and their hats pulled down low
Made their name where the streets turned gritty
And the river would watch their legend grow
Post-Chorus
Oh oh oh oh
Riding on slow
Oh oh oh oh
Never let go
Verse 2
Dust on their faces and gold in their pockets
Stories grew taller than the smoke from the trains
They laughed with the gamblers and danced at the markets
Left a trail of wild memories and freed all the reins
Pre-Chorus
Every saloon knows the sound of their laughter
Under starlit skies till the sun comes after
Chorus
Them cowboys rode straight through Kansas City
Boots in the mud and their hats pulled down low
Made their name where the streets turned gritty
And the river would watch their legend grow
Post-Chorus
Oh oh oh oh
Riding on slow
Oh oh oh oh
Never let go
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