| He’s got a split finger wrap and his rope’s pulled way to tight
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| He’s got a lunatic smile 'cause he’s really drawn deep tonight
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| He’s got a fever, fever, fever, fever
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| Grab a hold of anything and hold on tight
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| It hits you like the venom from a rattle snake bite
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| We are here 'cause he’s not all there tonight
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| He takes one last breath and time turns inside out
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| Then the gate busts open to the world he dreams about
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| He’s got a fever, fever, fever, fever
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| Stick a rope on anything because he don’t care
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| He’d even take a ride on the electric chair
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| We are here 'cause he’s not all there tonight
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| He says it’s really kind of simple, keep your mind in the middle
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| While your butt spins 'round and 'round
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| Take heed to Sankey’s preachin', keep liftin' and reachin'
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| And riding like there ain’t no clowns
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| What he loves might kill him, but he’s got no choice
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| He’s a different breed, with a voice down deep inside
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| That’s screamin' he was born to ride
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| He’s got a fever, fever, fever, fever
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| Fever makes you crazy 'cause it makes no sense
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| Like runnin' from your shadow out of self-defense
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| But he won’t run and baby he can’t hide
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| He thinks the odds are even leavin' one hand tied
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| He gets so tired of hangin' on so tight
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| I know you think he’s crazy, well, I think you’re right
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| We are here 'cause he’s not all there that’s right |