| The grandest lady I had ever seen
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| Outside the heavy rains had grounded all the planes
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| So I asked her if she’d like some company
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| In my rhinestone studded suit, My cowboy hat and boots
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| I must have been a sight to see
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| But she said «Pull up a chair,» as she fumbled with her hair
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| A more unlikely pair you’ll never see
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| I was Mogen David wine, she was Chabls Fifty-nine
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| But there we sat, the cowboy and the lady
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| She was evenings at the opera and summers in Paree
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| I was Grand Ole Opry, Nashville, Tennessee
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| The cowboy and the lady
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| As diff’rent as could be
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| But it seemed so right that rainy night in Tennessee
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| And somewhere in between her Harvey’s Bristol Creme
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| And the beer I drank and the easy company
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| We somehow came together for a night of stormy weather
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| Now there’s a little bit of class in this old cowboy
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| And there’s a little bit of cowboy in the lady
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| The cowboy and the lady
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| As diff’rent as could be
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| But it seemed so right that rainy night in Tennessee
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| We somehow came together for a night of stormy weather
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| Now there’s a little bit of class in this old cowboy
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| And there’s a little bit of cowboy in the lady |