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Well i partied with some crazy calgary cowgirls |
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we ripped and snorted, kicked our heels and then |
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two told me they got olde tyme religion |
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one says she'll never barrel race again |
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good copenhagen is better than bad cocaine |
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i spent some time with texas dave mcdaniel |
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dippin snuff at nine and drinkin beer by noon |
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he'd tell me about the bulls he'd rode in waco |
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by nitefall he'd be howlin at the moon |
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howlin good copenhagen is better than bad cocaine |
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look out for them wranglers out in longview |
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with the left, back pocket worn out of their jeans |
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they can get you high up in the rockies |
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so you aint never comin down again |
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good copenhagen is better than bad cocaine |
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i knowed about an old alberta oilman |
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chewed a tin a day till he was ninety two |
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he passed away a true western original |
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near the end he liked it sprinkled on his food |
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he knew that good copenhagen is better than bad cocaine |
