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Now let me take you to the movies Magg |
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So I can hold your hand |
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Well it ain't that I don't like your house |
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It's just that doggone man |
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And that double barrel behind the door |
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It waits for Carl I know |
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So climb upon ol' Becky's back |
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And let's ride to the picture show |
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I only see her once the week |
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And that's when my work is through |
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I break new ground the whole week long |
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With my mind set straight on you |
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I've polished up my ol' horse becky |
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And she looks good I know |
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So climb upon ol' Becky's back |
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And let's ride to the picture show |
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Well I slick myself too, Saturdaynight |
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'Cause there's one thing I know |
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Now me and that little Maggie dear |
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We're goin' to the picture show |
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So look out dad, just back up boy |
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'Cause you are in the way |
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We'll see you down at the western show |
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And we will watch the play |
