| Too much peace and quiet’s
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| Gonna drive you crazy
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| When you’ve spent too many wild nights
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| On the road
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| Once more the devil in me
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| Wants his freedom
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| And I’ve got to give it to him
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| Or I’ll explode
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| So you better lock up your town
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| Lock up your daughter
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| Here I come, headin' for the border
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| Someday I know I’ll have to pay
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| For my wild and wooly ways
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| I’m gonna make one more tequila memory
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| Like an outlaw ridin' hard from Mexico
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| I’ll be wanted for a crime of being restless
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| And showing the ladies everything I know, yeah
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| So you better lock up your town
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| Lock up your daughters
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| Here I come, headin' for the border
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| Someday I’ll have to pay
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| For my wild and wooly ways
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| C’mon now, you better lock up your town
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| Lock up your daughters
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| Here I come, headin' for the border
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| Someday I’ll have to pay
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| For my wild and wooly ways
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| Lock up your town
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| Lock up your daughters
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| Here I come and I’m headin' for the border
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| Someday I’ll have to pay
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| For my wild and wooly ways |