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Ungr, now I don't move too fast |
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And my talk is kind o' slow |
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I'm from the swamps and I like to stomp |
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To the Cotton-Eyed-Joe |
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Now I work hard all week |
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When it comes Saturday night |
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I go downtown and cruise around |
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In my four wheel drive that's right |
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With mud flaps, ungr |
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Sometimes I like to slow dance |
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And I hold my woman tight |
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'Cause you can't get nothing done |
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If you stand apart and sling your arms and all |
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That's right |
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Now I see a lot of people |
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And they're thinking they're where it's at |
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But you know that times are a-changing |
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When soul brothers wear cowboy hats |
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That's right, ha ha |
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But there's still a lot of cowboys |
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Who don't mind biting the dust |
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They ride Brahman-bulls and bucking broncs |
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And they don't want no fuss |
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But now they're everywhere you look |
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And though it may sound strange |
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They ride Coupe De Villes done too cutter Bill's |
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And overnight they can ride the ranche |
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I heard that |
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Ha ha ha, alright |
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I was down in the swamps one night |
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Singing to the moon |
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When an alligator crawled up to me and said |
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"Hey, I like your tune" |
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He started to twist and shake his tail |
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Thought he was having a fit |
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And my fingers was starting to hurt like hell |
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But he wouldn't let me quit |
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He said, "Keep on, ha ha" |
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Yeah but it's a long time since I wanted to dance |
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Would you please give me some more |
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A one two three four you can't alligator |
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Till you get down on the floor that's right |
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That's right |