| Lord she’s got her worn out wranglers on
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| And her cowboy hat
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| Man she’s got Strait cranked up in my truck
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| And she’s dancin' in the back
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| A cold beer in her hand and her hair undone
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| I swear she’s hotter than the Texas sun, yea
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| That’s my baby, she’s wild and she’s crazy
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| She’s like a mustang you just can’t tame
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| There ain’t nothin' like watchin' her runnin' free
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| Wide open man she’s really somethin' to see
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| Lord she’s got her low cut red dress on
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| And draggin' me up-town
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| Yea I can tell by the smile on her face
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| I’m in for it now
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| She’ll be shootin' tequila and that’s just the start
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| And knowin' her like I do, she’ll be up on the bar, yea
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| That’s my baby, she’s wild and she’s crazy
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| She’s like a mustang you just can’t tame
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| There ain’t nothin' like watchin' her runnin' free
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| Wide open man she’s really somethin' to see
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| Ain’t no way I’d try to reign her in
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| Man I love her just the way she is
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| That’s my baby, she’s wild and she’s crazy
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| She’s like a mustang you just can’t tame
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| There ain’t nothin' like watchin' her runnin' free
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| Wide open man she’s really somethin' to see
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| Something to see
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| Yea she’s something to see |