| Kathy never would wear britches
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| Kathy never would wear shoes
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| She’s the kinda girl, likes some dust between her toes
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| Since she never gets the blues
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| Met her on a Sunday at the county fair
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| With a first place ribbon in her hair
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| Oh, Kathy never did like preachers
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| Didn’t like to tell the truth
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| Caught my eye, no she was not shy
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| I was a’walking by the kissing booth
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| Met her on a Sunday at the county fair
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| With a first place ribbon in her hair
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| (What'd you get that ribbon for, Kathy?)
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| Oh Kathy never would be bridled
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| Wouldn’t ever settle down
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| Broke my heart, and I bawl and cry
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| Every time the fair’s in town
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| Met her on a Sunday at the county fair
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| With a first place ribbon in her hair |