| She was leaning long legged
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| 'neath a bottle cap sign
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| Of a country store with a coke and a smile
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| The coolest place to linger
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| On an Arkansas day
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| When she saw him passing by
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| He said «I'll take you back to Texas»
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| Said «my name is Ray»
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| Where the stars are bigger than the Hit Parade
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| And she stopped dreamin' her dream
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| And she started dreamin' his
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| Traded in her childhood
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| She wore flowered dresses for him
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| Rolled her hair, scrubbed her freckled skin
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| On the chance that they were goin' out tonight
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| Catch a show, maybe grab a bite
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| And she looked real nice, She looked real nice
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| Sometimes I think about my daddy
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| And his old spice grin
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| Cleaned pressed shirts, and a farmers tan
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| She never asked him questions
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| So he never told her lies
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| But I heard my mama cry some
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| And I was sitting in the hallway on the night he left
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| Huggin my knees, holding my breath
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| I never knew why but he was damn sure gone
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| Thought it was maybe my fault
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| 'Cause She wore flowered dresses for him
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| Rolled her hair, scrubbed her freckled skin
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| On the chance that they were goin' out tonight
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| Catch a show, maybe grab a bite
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| And she looked real nice, she looked real nice
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| And she looked real nice, she looked real nice |