| Hey let me tell you 'bout a girl I know
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| Billie Courntey, she’s the belle of Bandera, Texas
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| Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know back there in my hometown
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| She’s the kind I like to go dancing with when the sun goes down
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| One time she rode her horse into the cowboy bar
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| She mostly like to go camping underneath the stars
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| She’s got a reputation as a girl who likes to go to far
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| She ain’t a bad girl, she likes to do bad things
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| She ain’t a wild child, she just takes wild flings
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| She really isn’t nothing but her daddy’s girl
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| Who grew up kind of horsy in a cowboy world
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| Just when you think you know her
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| She turns around and goes her own way
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| There’s thing about the girl I like and things about her I don’t lik
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| I know she got divorced and had to pack 'er up and move back home
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| I know she loves to cook and sew up her own things
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| And though she’s separated, wears her wedding ring
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| There’s time she stays out all night, but mostly she goes home alone
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| She got a hickey on her neck, but what the heck she’s flesh and blood |
| Now telling me she’s sexy just like telling Noah about the flood
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| I know her voice is husky on the telephone
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| I know she loves to drive fast and sing Elvis songs
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| She says sleazy don’t mean easy, buddy back off when you’re coming on
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| Just when you think you know her, she turns around and goes her own way
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| Just when you think you know her, she turns around and goes her own way |