| Now let me take you to the movies Magg
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| So I can hold your hand
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| Well it ain’t that I don’t like your house
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| It’s just that doggone man
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| And that double barrel behind the door
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| It waits for Carl I know
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| So climb upon ol' Becky’s back
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| And let’s ride to the picture show
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| I only see her once the week
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| And that’s when my work is through
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| I break new ground the whole week long
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| With my mind set straight on you
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| I’ve polished up my ol' horse becky
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| And she looks good I know
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| So climb upon ol' Becky’s back
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| And let’s ride to the picture show
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| Well I slick myself too, Saturdaynight
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| 'Cause there’s one thing I know
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| Now me and that little Maggie dear
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| We’re goin' to the picture show
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| So look out dad, just back up boy
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| 'Cause you are in the way
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| We’ll see you down at the western show
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| And we will watch the play |