| She likes swinging doors old sawdust floors
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| A steal your heart away modern day Bobby McGee
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| She can sing along to every Guy Clark Song
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| No she don’t dance with cowboys wearing skinny jeans
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| She likes pearl in a can, a honky tonk band
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| She ain’t the kind that you can wine and dine
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| Oh the only way to waltz away with her heart is one two step at a time
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| She likes neon lights those Lone Star nights
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| Those home made tamales down at John T’s Store
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| Like the red headed stranger on her record player
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| No they don’t make em like her anymore
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| She likes pearl in a can, a honky tonk band
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| She ain’t the kind that you can wine and dine
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| Oh the only way to waltz away with her heart is one two step at a time
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| She likes pearl in a can, a honky tonk band
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| She ain’t the kind that you can wine and dine
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| Oh the only way to waltz away with her heart
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| Yes the only way to waltz away with her heart
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| I’m saying the only way to waltz away with her heart is one two step at a time
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| You better give her a whirl cause she ain’t a Heineken kind of girl
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| One two step at a time
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| One two step at a time
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| One two step at a time
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| One two step at a time
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| One two step at a time |