| Well me and Billy
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| We left Boulder City
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| Decided that we’d head out west
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| Been east and south
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| But it didn’t workout
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| We were getting' nowhere fast
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| Me with my guitar
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| And him with his saddle
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| Tryin' to out do the rest
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| I sang my heart out
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| And he rides them broncs now
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| And that’s what me and Billy do best
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| We took interstate 20
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| 'Til we ran out of money
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| In a place just past Abilene
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| So I sang at a honky-tonk
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| And he broke the bad bronc
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| And we bought some gas and some beans
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| With a whole lot of luck
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| And an old pickup truck
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| We made it to New Mexico
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| We pulled up in Clovis
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| And I sure didn’t know this
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| Was as far as I ever would go
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| I needed some strings
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| Billy wanted a ring
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| The kind that the Indians made
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| A voice said hello boys
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| I’ve got silver and turquoise
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| And that’s when I saw her face
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| That’s when I noticed
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| That girl down in Clovis
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| A black haired beauty
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| She set a fire to me
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| A green eyed lady
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| In old jeans that were faded
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| No I didn’t notice
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| What happened in Clovis
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| But I called her baby
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| I asked her with care
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| If she’d like to share
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| An evening with someone like I
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| I said I ain’t a winner
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| Just a hard livin' singer
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| She smiled and said meet me at nine
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| We ate tacos and talked
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| And then we took a walk
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| In the clean southwestern air
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| Then we went back to her house
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| I took my guitar out
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| And sang of my joy and despair
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| She served me her wine
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| And she helped me write lines
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| To songs I could not complete
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| And her eyes seemed to say
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| Put that guitar away
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| That’s somethin' that both of us need
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| What a beautiful site
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| Was her face in the light
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| And the candles there on the wall
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| And we reached the height
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| Of good love on that night
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| And I hope we never will fall
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| And I’m glad I noticed
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| That girl down in Clovis
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| Daughter of a driller
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| She’s a born thriller
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| A green eyed lady
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| Kinda wild, kinda lazy
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| I didn’t notice
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| What happened in Clovis
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| But I called her baby
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| Baby |