| In the airport lounge, he sat with his cane and durby hat
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| The grandest man that I had ever seen
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| Outside the heavy rains had grounded all the planes
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| So I asked him if he’d like some company
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| In my rhinestone-studded suit
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| And my cowgirl high-heel boots
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| I must have been a site for him to see
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| But he said, «Pull up a chair»
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| As I fumble with my hair
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| A more unlikely pair you’ll never see
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| I was Mogan David wine
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| He was Chablis fifty-nine
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| But there we sat
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| The cowgirl and the dandy
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| He was ski resorts in Aspen
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| And summers in Paris
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| I was Grand Ole Opry Nashville, Tennessee
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| The cowgirl and the dandy
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| As different as can be
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| But it seemed so right that rainy night in Tennessee
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| Then somewhere in between
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| His Harvey’s Bristol cream
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| And the beer that I kept sippin' at his table
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| We somehow came together for a night of stormy wheater
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| Now there’s a little bit of class in this old cabin
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| An' there’s a little country in the dandy
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| The cowgirl and the dandy
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| As different as can be
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| But it seemed so right that rainy night in Tennessee
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| I was Mogan David wine
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| He was Chablis fifty-nine
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| But there we sat
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| The cowgirl and the dandy
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| He was ski resorts in Aspen
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| And summers in Paris
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| I was Grand Ole Opry Nashville, Tennessee
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| He was ski resorts in Aspen
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| And summers in Paris
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| I was Grand Ole Opry Nashville, Tennessee |