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East is east and west is west |
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And the wrong one I have chose |
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Let's go where I'll keep on wearin' |
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Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows |
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Rings and things and buttons and bows |
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Don't bury me in this prairie |
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Take me where the cement grows |
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Let's move down to some big town |
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Where they love a gal by the cut of her clothes |
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And I'll stand out in buttons and bows |
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I'll love you in buckskin |
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Or skirts that I've homespun |
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But I'll love you longer, stronger where |
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Your friends don't tote a gun |
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My bones denounce the buckboard bounce |
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And the cactus hurts my toes |
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Let's vamoose where gals keep usin' |
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Those silks and satins and linen that shows |
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And I'm all yours in buttons and bows |
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My bones denounce the buckboard bounce |
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And the cactus hurts my toes |
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Let's vamoose where gals keep usin' |
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Those silks and satins and linen that shows |
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And I'm all yours in buttons and bows |
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Gimme eastern trimmin' where women are women |
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In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes |
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And French perfume that rocks the room |
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And I'm all yours in buttons and bows |
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Buttons and bows, buttons and bows |