| Daylight or midnight
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| Red eyes and that old hat
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| Whiskey-bent and busted flat
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| She’s a credit to her flaws
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| She’s a bad risk, but a good friend
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| Small change and loose ends
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| She only regrets that she might’ve been
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| A little faster on the draw
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| Those old high ridin' heroes
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| They’re anywhere the wind blows
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| She’s been to hell and Texas
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| And she knows how it feels
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| To be ridin' that hot streak
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| And drunk on some back street
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| Falling off the wagon
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| And under the wheels
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| Time was when she was queen
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| Now the rodeo’s just this old girl’s dream
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| The highs are few and far between
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| The lows get the rest
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| These old hard times ain’t nothin' new
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| Once you’ve done the best you can do
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| You just tip your hat to the wild and blue
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| And you ride off to the west
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| Those old high ridin' heroes
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| They’re anywhere the wind blows
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| She’s been to hell and Texas
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| And she knows how it feels
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| To be ridin' that hot streak
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| And drunk on some back street
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| Falling off the wagon
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| And under the wheels
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| Those old high ridin' heroes
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| They’re anywhere the wind blows
|
| She’s been to hell and Texas
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| And she knows how it feels
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| To be ridin' that hot streak
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| And drunk on some back street
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| Falling off the wagon
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| And under the wheels |