| Well I partied with some crazy Calgary cowgirls
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| We ripped and snorted, kicked our heels and then
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| Two told me they got olde tyme religion
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| One says she’ll never barrel race again
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| Good Copenhagen is better than bad cocaine
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| I spent some time with Texas Dave Mc Daniel
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| Dippin' snuff at nine and drinkin' beer by noon
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| He’d tell me about the bulls he’d rode in waco
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| By nitefall he’d be howlin' at the moon
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| Howlin' good Copenhagen is better than bad cocaine
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| Look out for them wranglers out in longview
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| With the left, back pocket worn out of their jeans
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| They can get you high up in the rockies
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| So you ain’t never comin' down again
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| Good Copenhagen is better than bad cocaine
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| I knowed about an old Alberta oilman
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| Chewed a tin a day till he was ninety two
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| He passed away a true western original
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| Near the end he liked it sprinkled on his food
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| He knew that good Copenhagen is better than bad cocaine |