| Bessie was a lovely child from West Tennessee
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| Leroy was an outlaw, hard-eyed and mean
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| One day she saw him starin' and it chilled her to the bone
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| And she knew she had to see that look on a child of her own
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| 'Cause ladies love outlaws like babies love stray dogs
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| Ladies touch babies like a banker touches gold
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| Outlaws touch ladies somewhere deep down in their soul
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| Linda was a lady, blond and built to last
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| Billy was a no good guitar picker runnin' from his past
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| Listenin' to his songs she heard nothin' but bad news
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| Still she made her mind up to get him win or lose
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| 'Cause ladies love outlaws like babies love stray dogs
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| Ladies touch babies like a banker touches gold
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| Outlaws touch ladies somewhere deep down in their soul
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| Jessie liked the Cadillacs and diamonds for her hand
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| Waymore had a reputation as a lady’s man
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| Late one night a light of love, finally gave a sign
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| And Jessie parked her Cadillac and took her place in line
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| 'Cause ladies love outlaws like babies love stray dogs
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| Ladies touch babies like a banker touches gold
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| Outlaws touch ladies somewhere deep down in their soul
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| 'Cause ladies love outlaws like babies love stray dogs
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| Ladies touch babies like a banker touches gold
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| Outlaws touch ladies anywhere they want to
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| 'Cause ladies love outlaws like babies love stray dogs
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| Ladies touch babies like a banker touches gold
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| Outlaws touch ladies somewhere deep down in their soul
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| 'Cause ladies love outlaws like babies love stray dogs
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| Ladies touch babies like a banker touches gold
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| Outlaws touch ladies somewhere deep down in their soul |