| When I was a youngin I was always running
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| Up and over the Arkansas line
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| To a creek down at the end of an old dirt road
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| Where I swam away summertime
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| It was the first place that I saw her
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| She was a bonafide Dixie queen
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| Standing on the creek bank in a two piece bikini top
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| And some cut off jeans
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| She had a tattoo of a cowboy boot on her ankle
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| Seem to fit her style
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| She kicked up her heels just to get her thrills
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| She was known for being a little wild
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| With her bare feet in the sand in a real good tan
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| She painted the picture perfect scene
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| Standing on the creek bank in a two piece bikini top
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| And some cut off jeans
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| Oh she was a looker I would have took her anywhere
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| She wanted to go if she been mine
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| If I was a little older I would have tried to hold herand on my best to shower
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| That she was 1 of a kind
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| She was a woman damn near grown
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| And I was just a boy cussing 13
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| And she stood there on the creek bank in a two piece bikini top
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| With some cut off jeans
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| They were some skimpy little things
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| Oh she was the woman damn near grown
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| And I was just a boy cusin 13
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| And she stood there on the creek bank in a two piece bikini top
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| And cut off jeans
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| I bet a bunch of beer its been 15 years since I’ve seen her
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| Sure outta be a sin
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| The last I heard she moved out to Texas
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| God bless the Lone Star State again
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| And its crazy after all this time she’s still on my mind
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| The only angel I’ve ever seen
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| Was standing on the creek bank in the two piece bikini top
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| With some cut off jeans
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| Oh right down there on the creek bank in a two piece bikini top
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| And some cut off jeans |