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(Aaron Tippin/Buddy Brock/Michael P. Heeney) |
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She's been staring out the window four nights in a row |
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Like a caged up tiger, she's pacing the floor |
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And she just can't resist when she feels the pull |
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She's got a restless spirit that she can't control |
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And when she gets like this, |
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I gotta let her go |
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She hears the call of the wild every once in a while |
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She lets down her hair, she's gotta get somewhere |
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She can turn it loose and howl |
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I know what's in store, |
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Katie bar the door |
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When she winks at me and smiles |
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She's in a foot stompin,' honky-tonkin' |
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Love making state of mind |
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So excuse me, y'all, |
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I gotta answer the call of the wild |
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If there's ever been a lady, well, baby is |
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Just more of a woman at times like this |
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Now, don't you worry about baby stepping out of line |
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Yeah, she drives me crazy, but it suits me fine |
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She's hard to handle, so |
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I hold on tight |
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And Lord knows |
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I got my hands full tonight |
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She hears the call of the wild every once in a while |
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She lets down her hair, she's gotta get somewhere |
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She can turn it loose and howl |
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I know what's in store, |
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Katie bar the door |
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When she winks at me and smiles |
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She's in a foot stompin,' honky-tonkin' |
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Love making state of mind |
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So excuse me, y'all, |
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I gotta answer the call of the wild |
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I said pardon me, y'all, |
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I gotta answer the call of the wild |
