| Now the way things look around this town
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| Better find a pretty woman before the sun goes down
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| If you need a place to lay your head
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| Find a pretty little woman in a pretty big bed
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| You make like a fool, you stumble around
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| Better find you a woman before you buy another round
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| In like a lamb and out like a lion
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| One minute your laughin' the next you’re cryin'
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| Its hard to tell, hard to tell
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| You gotta get a woman its hard to tell
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| Can’t be sure, can’t be sure
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| Is she gonna be your pretty little girl?
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| Your pretty little girl
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| Better cut your hair, comb that mop
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| Shine them shoes, wear tails and top
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| Trim that 'stache, don’t be slow
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| You gonna need it where you got to go
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| Hit that trail ride that roan
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| And buck that limb when you get her back home
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| Buckle up boys don’t think twice
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| And love that woman with all your might
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| Now she don’t call and she don’t write
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| You’re home with your mother every Saturday night
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| You see her on the town, she don’t see you
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| You oughta quit courtin' and take up booze
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| You gotta make it look like a big for-tune
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| Got Callico shorts and alligator shoes
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| There ain’t no woman gonna waste her time
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| Waiting for a poor boy to drag her down |