| A New Jersey lady I knew long ago
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| And she was a lady I say
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| But she met a cowboy who rode on the rodeo
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| And he stole her heart straight away
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| The New Jersey lady she loved him so true
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| Another love she never had
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| But cowboys are lonesome and cowboys are blue
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| And they make the ladies so sad
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| Sing me a melody
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| Sing me a blues
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| Walk through the bottomland without no shoes
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| The Brazos she’s running scared
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| She heard the news
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| Walk through the bottomland without no shoes
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| The New Jersey lady knew he loved her too
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| And you know she tried to hold on
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| But the rodeo life was the life that he knew
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| He had to keep drifting along
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| She never married and she never would
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| And all of the people they’d say
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| The New Jersey lady she just ain’t no good
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| To follow a cowboy that way
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| Sing me a melody
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| Sing me a blues
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| Walk through the bottomland without no shoes
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| The Brazos she’s running scared
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| She heard the news
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| Walk through the bottomland without no shoes
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| The lady she’d sing him to sleep in the night
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| And then in the morning he’d go
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| She loved the darkness and hated the light
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| Along with that damn rodeo
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| The New Jersey lady the day that he died
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| She covered him over with clay
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| And feeling the wind in the night as she cried
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| She heard the old cowboy say
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| Sing me a melody
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| Sing me a blues
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| Walk through the bottomland without no shoes
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| The Brazos she’s running scared
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| She heard the news
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| Walk through the bottomland without no shoes |