| Rosie’s the barmate at Bret Wilson’s Tavern
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| That’s where I’ll be all night long
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| She pours me my label and sits at my table
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| And hums me a honky tonk song
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| Rosie don’t go to the PTA meetings
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| And the preacher has not seen her face
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| But the hypocrites naggin' don’t keep me from draggin'
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| On my darlin' Rosie Bokay
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| I need Rosie Bokay
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| I need somebody to love all my troubles away
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| I need Rosie Bokay
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| A hound needs to holler, a bum needs a dollar
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| And I need Rosie Bokay
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| --- Instrumental ---
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| Honky tonk life ain’t a life to be proud of
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| But it’s better than bein' alone
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| Everyone tells me that Rosie ain’t pretty
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| But I’ve got a mind of my own
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| If not for the long nights that I spent with Rosie
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| My days would be cloudy and grey
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| If I was the mayor then do me a favor
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| And bring in more Rosie Bokay
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| I need Rosie Bokay
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| I need somebody to love all my troubles away
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| I need Rosie Bokay
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| A hound needs to holler, a bum needs a dollar
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| And I need Rosie Bokay
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| I need Rosie Bokay
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| I need somebody to love all my troubles away
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| I need Rosie Bokay
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| A hound needs to holler, a bum needs a dollar
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| And I need Rosie Bokay… |