| I’ve been riding all night just to get here
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| Don’t you be throwing us out so soon
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| Across the whole damn South with cotton-mouth
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| Now we got some drinking to do
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| We’ve been stuck on the range for 45 days
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| And that’s a long long time
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| We ain’t leaving this place 'til there’s a smile on our face
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| And the whole room is a friend of mine
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| So won’t you line 'em all up and slide 'em all down
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| And let’s hear the jukebox roll
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| We’ve been living on bacon and beans
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| Playing the jacks and the queens
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| But we still got some money to blow
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| And the times ain’t wild enough
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| We dig our spurs in the make them jump
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| We’re riding shotgun with the devil
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| We’re the buckaroos
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| My name is Gideon Tanner
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| I’ve been a man of good manners
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| I won’t dance 'til the ladies ask me
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| I simply tip my hat, I smile and sit back
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| And then I wait for that friendly stampede
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| I started dancing so tight that this girl turned white
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| I thought she must be passing away
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| I said: now don’t let me down, 'Cause when I hit this town
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| I’ve got to live my whole life in a day
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| So won’t you line 'em all up and slide 'em all down
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| And let’s hear the jukebox roll
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| We’ve been living on bacon and beans
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| Playing the jacks and the queens… |