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Watch out when they start to twist |
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Hold tight with a leather fist |
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That's what my daddy told me |
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How to ride the bulls. |
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There's a jingle in my jeans, |
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Short places inbetween; |
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I'm leaving tennesee with a push and pull. |
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Ten-four, buddy, come on back. |
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Horse trailer on a cadillac, |
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You're talking to the cowboy in the coupe de ville. |
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Chug a lug up one side, glide down the other, |
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I'm a lover of the other side of the hill. |
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Turn up that radio & don't think about rodeo, |
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Don't think about roundup up in old cheyenne. |
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It's a crazy circuit, but you still work it. |
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Won't you turn the sound up and let's check the scan. |
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Ten-four, buddy, come on back. |
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Horse trailer on a cadillac, |
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You're talking to the cowboy in the coupe de ville. |
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Chug a lug up one side, glide down the other, |
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I'm a lover of the other side of the hill. |
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Bandanna on the rearview mirror |
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Still wet from ear to ear; |
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Once again its provin' what the wise men say - |
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When you ride the last one, you better make it a fast one |
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Jump while he's movin, just walk away. |
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Ten-four, buddy, come on back. |
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Horse trailer on a cadillac, |
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You're talking to the cowboy in the coupe de ville. |
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Chug a lug up one side, glide down the other, |
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I'm a lover of the other side of the hill. |