| Sittin' here drinkin' beer in this honkytonk
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| Girl at the next table over’s comin' on strong
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| She’s flirtin' and a-workin' everything that God gave her
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| But she don’t understand
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| That I got a woman
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| Who knows how to keep her man
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| Lipstick lips and long legs turn my head
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| But that don’t mean I’m gonna wind up in their bed
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| I’m comin' home to my baby and it ain’t because of this little bitty golden band
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| See I got a woman who knows how to keep her man
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| She gives me that lovin'
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| Til I’ve had enough
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| And then she does it again
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| Lord she grabs me by the heart
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| When she breaks out her fryin' pan
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| Hey I got a woman
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| Who knows how to keep her man
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| She don’t mind when I wanna go do my own thing
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| She can always tell when I need a little space
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| And that’s what keeps me comin' on back home and eatin' outta the palm of her
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| hand
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| See I gotta woman who knows how to keep her man
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| Well now she’s hotter than hell
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| She’s got to be a twelve
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| On a scale of one to ten
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| She’s one tough mother
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| All my buddies love her
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| She’s a Dallas cowboys fan
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| She grabs me by the heart
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| When she breaks out her fryin' pan
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| Hey, I got a woman who knows how to keep her man
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| Oh I know if I get outta line
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| I gotta hide that fryin' pan
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| Hey I gotta woman who knows how to keep her man
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| She knows how to keep her man |