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"I can see you got your eye on this ole cowboy |
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and I can tell you've never had one for your own |
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Or you've never been around one |
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Now you're thinking that you've found one |
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Well, it might be kind of fun to take him home. |
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You giggle everytime I say 'Yes, ma'am.' |
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And I get this feeling that if I held you tight |
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You'd be seeing his and hers |
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Buckles, boots, and spurs |
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But that's a feeling you'll get over overnight. |
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Cause watcha gonna do with a cowboy |
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When that ole rooster crows at dawn, |
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And he's lying there instead |
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Of gettin out of bed |
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And puttin on his boots and getting gone? |
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Watcha gonna do when he says, 'Honey, |
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I got half a mind to stay'? |
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Watcha gonna do with a cowboy |
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when he don't saddle up and ride away? |
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You see it takes a special kind of woman |
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To put up with the life a cowboy leads |
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Cause his boots are always muddy |
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And his beer drinking buddies |
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Will camp out on the couch and never leave. |
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Don't even start to think you're gonna change him |
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You'll be better off to try to rope the wind. |
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What he his is what you got |
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and he can't be what he's not |
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and honey you can't hide him from your friends. |
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Chorus |
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Yeah whatcha gonna do with a cowboy |
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when he don't saddle up and ride away?" |
