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By Chris Ledoux, Well you mama finds it hard to understand,
Why her lovin'
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By Chris Ledoux, Just a broken down cowboy all down on his luck
Been
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By Chris Ledoux, Amarillo by morning
Up from San Antone
Everything that I've got
Is just
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By Chris Ledoux, When I was just a very young lad I walked
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By Chris Ledoux, In the southern part of Texas, east and west of
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By Chris Ledoux, Where I keep the pictures of a time an' place
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By Chris Ledoux, Chris Ledoux
Blue Eyes and Freckles
Blue eyes and freckles neath a
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By Chris Ledoux, Hold tight with a leather fist
Watch out when he starts
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By Chris Ledoux, Well the well went dry
and the cow did too
daddy didn't
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By Chris Ledoux, Copenhagen
It makes me feel so good
Copenhagen
The way I know it
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By Chris Ledoux, [If you don't use this nasty stuff you dont wanna
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By Chris Ledoux, She rolls her own
cigarettes
with the work
of just one hand
she
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By Chris Ledoux, Been workin like a dog
slavin on the fence line
stretchin those
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By Chris Ledoux, Cowboy Up By RYAN REYNOLDS
Ramblin' fever took him when he
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By Chris Ledoux, We're a fun lovin' crowd, kinda rowdy and loud
Our jukebox
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By Chris Ledoux, For your love I'd rope the moon and put it
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By Chris Ledoux, From Chris LeDoux's "LIVE" 1997
Say, I gotta tell you, uhhh,
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By Chris Ledoux, Rollin down a long highway
Out through New Mexico
Driftin down to
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By Chris Ledoux, I was born in a hurry but there wasn't any
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By Chris Ledoux, i'm country
Well there's a little word and it fits me
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By Chris Ledoux, Caravan of yellow wire and crawling across the plains
Rolling along
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By Chris Ledoux, Just look at you, girl
Standin' here beside me
Starlight on
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By Chris Ledoux, While I was out a ridin' the grave yard shift
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By Chris Ledoux, Winter winds were blowing
When we loaded that old truck
With a
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By Chris Ledoux, At seven this mornin' I got on the horn and
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By Chris Ledoux, Last night you told her
that you could never hold her,
cause
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By Chris Ledoux, I suppose, there's a better way to make a livin'
To
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By Chris Ledoux, When he was five years old his mom took him
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By Chris Ledoux, We made camp along Red River
Watched the cattle as they
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By Chris Ledoux, There's a silence on the prairie; That a man can't