| Took my last fall in San Diego
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| Bus headed north one headed south
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| I call a farm in Colorado
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| And I lift a dusty pay phone to my mouth
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| She says hello I say it’s me hon
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| Sorry I stayed away so long
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| Tell the kids thier old man’s through with playin' rodeo
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| Cause if it’s alright with you I’m comin' home
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| Well there’s silence on the line
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| She says you sure did take your time
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| But I still need a man for the things a man is good for
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| You know how it is raisin' crops and raisin' kids
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| Demands a man at least as fit as you are
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| So come on git on home there’s hay that needs a mowin'
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| A boy that needs a whippin' and a hundred things to do
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| I hope you’ve finally found your mind
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| To leave that rodeo behind
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| I’ve spent half my life just waitin' here for you
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| I guess that nows the time I’d better tell her
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| Hon I’ve got this old friend that’s here with me
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| He used to be a cowboy and a good one so they say
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| But now his legs are crippled he can’t walk you see
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| But hon you ought to hear him tell his stories
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| Sing the old songs play the guitar too
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| I’d really like to show him Colorado
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| But I thought I’d better leave it up to you
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| Well there’s silence on the line
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| And now I hear her sayin'
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| Babe I only need a man for the things a man is good for
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| And you know how it is a place just half this big
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| Demands a man at least as fit as you are
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| Put yourself in his place it’d awful hard to face
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| All the chores and work and nothing he could do
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| If you want to know my mind leave that rodeo bum behind
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| Don’t waste our time I’m waitin' here for you
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| Well cryin’s just for kids I put down the phone
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| Fumble with my crutches movin' slow
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| I wish that I was on the bus that’s Colorado bound
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| And I hope the weather’s nice in Mexico |