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As a child, I remember growing up with Roy and Dale, Of fighting all the bad guys out on some dusty trail, Of tossing down my bedroll beneath a western sky, Or soothing a herd of cattle with a gentle lull-a-bye. I dreamed of working on a ranch, a wrangler I would be, Of breaking the wild horses that were brought in just for me, Of rising in the early morn before the sun would shine, Of dropping into bed each night too tired to close my eyes. I wanted to ride the rodeo; everyone would know my name, From ornery broncs to bucking bulls, 8 seconds I did claim, It was a different lifestyle, but one I held so dear, I dreamed of hearing someone call, Cowgirl Up now all stand clear. Yes I've always been a dreamer, and in many ways that's true For I always dreamed of doing things that most folks never do I still wear a different kind of hat and dance to a different tune, And in my heart, I always knew dreams really do come true. Linda Dockery
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