| I like your twisted point of view, Mike
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| I like your questioning eyebrows
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| You’ve made it pretty clear what you like
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| It’s only fair to tell you now
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| That I leave early in the morning
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| And I won’t be back till next year
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| I see that kiss-me pucker forming
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| But maybe you should plug it with a beer, 'cause
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| Papa was a rodeo
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| Mama was a rock’n’roll band
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| I could play guitar and rope a steer
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| Before I learned to stand
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| Home was anywhere with diesel gas
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| Love was a trucker’s hand
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| Never stuck around long enough
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| For a one-night stand
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| Before you kiss me you should know
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| Papa was a rodeo
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| The light reflecting off the mirror ball
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| Looks like a thousand swirling eyes
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| They make me think I shouldn’t be here at all
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| You know, every minute someone dies
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| What are we doing in this dive bar?
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| How can you live in a place like this?
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| Why don’t you just get into my car
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| And I’ll take you away
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| I’ll take that kiss now, but
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| Papa was a rodeo
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| Mama was a rock’n’roll band
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| I could play guitar and rope a steer
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| Before I learned to stand
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| Home was anywhere with diesel gas
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| Love was a trucker’s hand
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| Never stuck around long enough
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| For a one-night stand
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| Before you kiss me you should know
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| Papa was a rodeo
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| And now it’s 55 years later
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| We’ve had the romance of the century
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| After all these years wrestling gators
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| I still feel like crying
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| When I think of what you said to me:
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| «Papa was a rodeo
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| Mama was a rock’n’roll band
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| I could play guitar and rope a steer
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| Before I learned to stand
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| Home was anywhere with diesel gas
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| Love was a trucker’s hand
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| Never stuck around long enough
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| For a one-night stand
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| Before you kiss me you should know
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| Papa was a rodeo,»
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| What a coincidence
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| Your papa was a rodeo, too |