| When a cowboy says women he means two different kinds
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| There’s the real kind and then there’s the kind in his mind, and
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| The real kind is a mystery that he can’t understand
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| But the mind kind he knows like the palm of his hand
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| Oh the mind kind he knows like the palm of his hand
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| So up get along doggy
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| Little doggy get along
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| The nights are the prairie are lonely and long
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| And he’ll camp down in the canyon
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| The moon lights the land
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| And he’ll meet that old lady that he understands
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| Oh he’ll meet that old lady that he understands
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| So Buck get your fiddle and play me that song
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| About the two kinds of women and the nights that are long, and
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| Camp down in the canyon, ladies so fine
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| And the one about how cowboys jack off all the time
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| Oh the one about how cowboys jack off all the time
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| And it’s up get along doggy
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| Little doggy get along
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| The nights on the prairie are lonely and long
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| And old Buck loves to play
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| 'Cause buck knows it’s true
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| You know deep in his heart he’s the damn cowboy too
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| I guess deep in our hearts we’re all damn cowboys too
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| So up get along doggy
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| Little doggy get along
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| The nights are the prairie are lonely and long
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| And we’ll camp down in the canyon
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| The moon lights the land
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| And meet there the ladies that we understand
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| Oh we’ll meet there the ladies that we understand |