| She’s got a brown suntan startin' just above her collar
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| Her lower arms they’re brown, but the rest is kinda pale
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| She’d buy betadine if she only had a dollar
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| And she’d live out in the pasture if she only had a tail
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| And no I don’t see her much since she started with horses
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| No I don’t see her much since she started to ride
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| Well her jeans they get like a wet saddle blanket
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| And her boots are like you’d figure
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| And her car is full of hay
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| Horses, humans: if she had to rank it
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| You’d bet on they that canter
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| And them that need fly spray
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| And you see I don’t see her much since she started with horses
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| No I don’t see her much since she started to ride
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| Go boys, tell 'em all about it!
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| (guitar)
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| Canter and fender, barrel and mane
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| Don’t see her much since she started to train
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| Cannon bone, knee bone, forearm and arm
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| I don’t see her much when she heads for the barn
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| And she’s so satisfied when she’s riding and trainin'
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| She must just love that smell of the barn i would say
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| She’s so satisfied when she’s groomin' and grainin'
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| And she’s tired in the evening and she’s gone in the day
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| And no I don’t see her much since she started with horses
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| No I don’t see her much since she started to ride |