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It's a Saturday afternoon romance |
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Between a cowboy and a fool and a fool |
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A drunken meet up |
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In a crude saloon |
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A poor rocky mountain town |
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He's a scoundrel and she's no pearl |
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And together they are two lovers cruel |
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Got her balanced on his knee |
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He knows exactly what to say |
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"You ain't been born till you get out of town |
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And honey you might come with me |
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You might come with me" |
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If you do, if you do, if you do, and if you do |
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Spare the innocent ones |
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I'll take you with me |
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And together we will be drifters free |
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Got her tangled in his arm |
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She's a lusting, trusting fool |
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No man born can rule me that I've sworn |
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But stranger if you do |
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I'll belong to you |
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If you do, if you do, if you do, and if you do |
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Would you spare the innocent ones |
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Would you take me with you? |
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Can you love the land and love me too? |
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As he grows sober |
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Sees his love anew |
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In morning light so true |
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He gets on the move |
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On the move |
