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I seen ya in your red room laughin' |
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With your shinin' coffee can |
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So many wrongs all kinds a goins on |
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Held my head an ran |
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But i hid and did a bit more lookin' |
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Saw ya dancin' on the pine porch creakin' |
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Mouth open an doors down wide |
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Here's what was inside |
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I seen what i saw |
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An these things i do are wrong, that's all |
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An these tales i tales i tell are tall |
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Then i climbed up on the big horse strapin' |
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Put the spur down to blood |
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He took off 16 horses strong |
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Left me lyin' in mud |
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An there i sit until the sun's up shinin' |
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Yes an black stands my ride |
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Twenty hands high |
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An watchin' spookeyed |
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My hands on his side |
