| There’s a story I must tell about my rocky mountain Belle
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| She was everything to me my very life
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| We had smiles and we had tears
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| And for 27 years I had promised her someday she’d be my wife
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| With a ceremony plan I had bought a wedding band
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| And invited all the neighbors from the farms
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| But the day we were to wed, I was tired and stayed in bed
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| Now the whole darn mountain side is up in arms
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| Oh, they’re burning down the house I was brung up in
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| And they’re shouting come on out and take your bride
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| Oh, they’re burning down the house I was brung up in
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| But what a fool I’d be to go outside
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| Never thought my prairie queen would be causing such a scene
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| And the poor old sheriff can’t hold back the mob
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| I’ll admit we would have wed, but she went ahead and said
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| When we married she was gonna quit her
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| There’s her pappy at the gate with a loaded 38
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| And he’s shouting come on out before I shoot
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| Oh, I wonder if he knows I’ve got on his Sunday clothes
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| If he shoots at me goodbye to pappy’s suit
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| They brought along their lunch and I bet that whole darn bunch
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| Think they’re gonna sit around and starve me out
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| Here inside I’ve got a cow who’s a corking roast beef now
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| So you see they don’t know what it’s all about
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| To me it’s all a joke I can stand a lot of smoke
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| In the farmers band I used to play trombone
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| They’ve got me in a spot, and it’s getting mighty hot
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| But to me this burning shack is home sweet home |