| She’s a top barrel racer
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| Cowboy chaser
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| She drinks tecate like it’s goin' out of style
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| She’s real good lookin' And pretty good at hookin'
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| Any man she wants with just a little smile
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| I drawed a strong one
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| A big full grown one
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| He punched me out when I hit the ground
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| I came to with a panoramic view
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| Lookin' for my baby
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| She was nowhere around
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| I looked up, I looked down
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| I ain’t seen her since the second go-'round
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| Somebody said they seen her headin' out of town
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| Now she ran away with a rodeo clown
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| She ran away with a rodeo clown
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| She’s got twenty-two dollars
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| And makeup on her collar
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| She left some clothes so she’s travelin light
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| But I’ll bet a new saddle
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| And forty head of cattle
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| That I could catch 'em both if I drove all night
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| But this don’t make sense
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| She’s done jumped the fence
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| And I’m speedin' cross Texas on a broken heart
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| I’m goin' home where the coyote roam
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| Makin' my camp at the end of the bar
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| I looked up, I looked down
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| I ain’t seen her since the second go-'round
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| Somebody said they seen her headin' out of town
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| Now she ran away with a rodeo clown
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| She ran away with a rodeo clown
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| I looked up, I looked down
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| I ain’t seen her since the second go-'round
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| Somebody said they seen her headin' out of town
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| Now she ran away with a rodeo clown
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| She ran away with a rodeo clown |