| I love to see them straw dogs 'round my door
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| Come sneaking 'round my skirt tail looking for more
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| If you ain’t running from the past
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| You ain’t making my heart beat fast
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| You ain’t chugging your paycheck
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| You ain’t hugging on my neck
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| Well, I’ve been looking for trouble from the git
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| Them cowboys back where I come from won’t quit
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| Cutting up tires on an oyster shell
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| Siren screaming and he’s running like hell
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| Momma’s on the front porch staring him down
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| Ladies at the beauty shop coming unwound
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| If the law don’t want you, neither do I
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| I ain’t got no time to waste my shine
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| On a puppet with a clip-on tie
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| If the law don’t want you, neither do I
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| I hired that boy to cut my grass
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| Nailed down a shingle but it couldn’t get past
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| Staring at the bottom of his low-slung pants
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| Says he’s gonna take me to the big buck dance
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| If the law don’t want you, neither do I
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| I used to run wild down in Mexico
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| Hair jacked up and necklines plunging low
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| Some snake hip shirt rip giving me lip
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| Rifling my purse and stealing my tips
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| There’s something 'bout a man can affect that lean
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| Keeping his hat all yanked down mean
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| If the law don’t want you, neither do I
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| Play born to lose and you light my fuse
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| I’m a sucker for a bald-faced lie |