| There’s a doctor livin' in your town
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| There’s a lawyer and an Indian, too
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| And neither doctor, lawyer nor Injun chief
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| Could love you any more than I do
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| There’s a barrel of fish in the ocean
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| There’s a lot of little birds in the blue
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| And 'Neither fish nor fowl" says the wise old owl
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| Could love you any more than I do
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| No! |
| No! |
| No! |
| it couldn’t be true
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| That anyone else could love you like I do
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| I’m gonna warn all the *dead-eyed dicks*
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| That you’re the chick with the slickest tricks
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| And every tick of my ticker ticks for you, follow through
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| Tell the doc to stick to his practice
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| Tell the lawyer to settle his case
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| Send the Injun chief and his tommy-hawk
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| Back to little Rain-In-the-Face
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| 'cause you
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| Know! |
| Know! |
| Know! |
| it couldn’t be true
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| That anyone else could love you like I do |