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Louisiana man with a style his own, |
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Not like some other men I've known, |
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With his cowboy boots and his hats he wore so well; |
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Caught me eye on the very first day |
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And I never will forget the way |
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He played guitar and he sang just like an angel. |
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Thoughts of you flicker past, |
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Goin' on down the road so fast, |
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The trees and the bushes and the telephones poles fly by. |
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I never seem to have the time, |
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I'll just have to keep you on my mind, |
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How I wish I could keep you by my side. |
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Louisiana man with a style his own, |
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Not like some other men I've known, |
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With his cowboy boots and his hats he wore so well; |
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Caught me eye on the very first day |
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And I never will forget the way |
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He played guitar and he sang just like an angel. |
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Country man with a heart of gold, |
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One more kiss before I hit the road, |
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Hold me one more time before I go. |
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Nights will be longer now |
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But I'll get along somehow, |
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I've learned how to do it all before. |
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Louisiana man with a style his own, |
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Not like some other men I've known, |
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With his cowboy boots and his hats he wore so well; |
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Caught me eye on the very first day |
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And I never will forget the way |
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He played guitar and he sang just like an angel. |
