| Louisiana man with a style his own
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| Not like some other men I’ve known
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| With his cowboy boots and his hats he wore so well;
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| Caught me eye on the very first day
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| And I never will forget the way
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| He played guitar and he sang just like an angel
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| Thoughts of you flicker past
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| Goin' on down the road so fast
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| The trees and the bushes and the telephones poles fly by
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| I never seem to have the time
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| I’ll just have to keep you on my mind
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| How I wish I could keep you by my side
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| Louisiana man with a style his own
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| Not like some other men I’ve known
|
| With his cowboy boots and his hats he wore so well;
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| Caught me eye on the very first day
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| And I never will forget the way
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| He played guitar and he sang just like an angel
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| Country man with a heart of gold
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| One more kiss before I hit the road
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| Hold me one more time before I go
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| Nights will be longer now
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| But I’ll get along somehow
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| I’ve learned how to do it all before
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| Louisiana man with a style his own
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| Not like some other men I’ve known
|
| With his cowboy boots and his hats he wore so well;
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| Caught me eye on the very first day
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| And I never will forget the way
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| He played guitar and he sang just like an angel |