| There’s no way the moon can hide
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| On this oklahoma road
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| And I’m heading back on a three day drive
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| To a girl I hardly knew
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| But she could be my queen of hearts
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| In my hand the winning card
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| So dealer let the bidding start
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| 'cause she could be my queen of hearts
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| I can see the texas sky
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| Open up for miles around
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| And I’m thinking back to where she lies
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| Sleeping sage without a sound
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| And she could be my queen of hearts
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| In my hand the winning card
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| So dealer let the bidding start
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| 'cause she could be my queen of hearts
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| There’s a sun going down the arizona line
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| That I’ve been chasing all day
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| And there’s a girl up ahead and I can’t recall her eyes
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| But I keep heading her way
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| 'cause she could be my queen of hearts
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| In my hand the winning card
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| So dealer let the bidding start
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| 'cause she could be my queen of hearts |