| Well, there’s a boy down Shelby Gap
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| And I like sittin' on his lap
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| I’m his gal and he’s my man
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| We been makin' weddin' plans
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| Brought him home to meet my ma
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| She raised Cain and dropped her jaw
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| «Girl, you’re crazy as a bat, you ain’t gonna marry that»
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| Looka here mama, looka here daddy
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| This is my true love, we’re gonna get married
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| Ain’t a gonna hem-haw, ain’t a gonna tarry
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| This is my big chance, we’re gonna get married
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| Oh, mama, daddy, can’t you see
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| Holler’s closin' in on me
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| Cousins pourin' down like rain
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| They’re runnin' out of given names
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| It’s so crowded I can’t breathe
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| You need one less mouth to feed
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| Forty dozen here at home
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| You won’t miss me when I’m gone
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| Looka here mama, looka here daddy
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| This is my true love, we’re gonna get married
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| Ain’t a gonna hem-haw, ain’t a gonna tarry
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| This is my big chance, we’re gonna get married
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| Oh, he’s the prettiest in these hills
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| I don’t hitch him, some gal will
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| You just messed up my big chance
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| For married bliss and true romance
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| Two things y’all don’t realize
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| Shelby boys is mighty shy
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| And courtin' life is extra hard
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| If I can’t keep 'em in the yard
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| Oh, another one gone |