lonesome cowboy from Mizzenmast by march

There's flowers on his gravestone,
The wind is rushing by,
I can't help but notice he loves me,
With a sparkle in his eye

He thinks I'm a lonesome cowboy,
But I'm just passing through
He thinks I'm a lonesome cowboy,
And I've cast a spell on you
I wish I were a cowboy so I could just renew
The faith I have in nature,
But she can't follow through

His horse was in the stable
When he passed away that night,
She felt a great disturbance,
You could see it in the sky

He thinks I'm a lonesome cowboy,
But I'm simply passing through
He thinks I'm a lonesome cowboy,
And I've cast a spell on you
He thinks I'm a lonesome cowboy,
And he visits all my dreams

How can he leave?

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