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I woke up this morning |
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With a bump on my head |
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An empty corral |
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And a stone cold bed |
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Well all of my livestock |
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Was nowhere in sight |
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She took all of my horses when she left me last night |
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She cut me off at the roots |
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When she took my best boots |
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I'm hung-over and barefoot and long |
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You know I can't blame her |
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Try as I might |
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She took all of my horses when she left me last night |
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She rode off by moonlight and cut through the fences |
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Looks like somebody's done come to her senses |
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You know I can't blame her |
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Try as I might |
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She took all of my horses when she left me last night |
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She rode off by moonlight and cut through the fences |
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Looks like somebody's done come to her senses |
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You know I can't blame her |
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Try as I might |
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She took all of my horses when she left me last night |
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To much time on the range |
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And to much the bar |
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She warned me and warned me but I took it to far |
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The whiskey was wrong |
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And the woman |
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Yeah, the woman might have been right |
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She took all of my horses when she left me last night |
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She took all of my horses when she left me last night |
