| When she met him they were teenagers
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| He was no more than seventeen
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| She was a little less than all that
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| But he held the bit between her teeth
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| He was tall and strong and lanky
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| The fear of Jesus was on her side
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| He asked her if she weren’t too busy
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| Might come out for a ride
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| She’ll ride him until he’s dead
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| Or rises to the occasion
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| They ran off the great embankment
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| They flew through the air so far
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| They landed with a mighty crash
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| Then got crushed by the falling star
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| That small crossroads became a city
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| She was the bell of every ball
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| Boys would line up to try to ring her
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| She’s let them line up down her hall
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| She ran up a life so lavish
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| Somehow those bills would all get paid
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| Your daddy worked and never faltered
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| Never forgot the things she said
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| Times change but I still see
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| Her disapproval pouring out
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| She said I ain’t got the gumption to make it
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| And you ain’t scary enough to turn me around
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| But I’m hoping you might be game
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| To ride my dream aground
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| We’ll ride it until it’s dead
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| Or makes your mama proud |