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By Chris Ledoux, You need a man to get lost it
With a heart
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By Chris Ledoux, There's a blizzard comin' on how I'm wishin' I was
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By Chris Ledoux, Blue eyes and frcles neath a white cowboy hat
His two
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By Chris Ledoux, I was born in Mississippi on the Gulf of Mexico
And
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By Chris Ledoux, Faded old blue wranglers dusty cowboy hat pair of scuffed
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By Chris Ledoux, I've rode lots of horses and I've won a few
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By Chris Ledoux, Wild as a coastal Barronca
Swift as the wind blowing free
With
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By Chris Ledoux, Intro
Storm clouds are building above the timber line
The lightning's flashing
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By Chris Ledoux, Well its good to see you folks tonight I hope
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By Chris Ledoux, I look out to the east of the Colorado sky
The
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By Chris Ledoux, Well I've never been afraid of much and never thought
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By Chris Ledoux, Been workin' like a dawg slavin' on the fence line
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By Chris Ledoux, She opened up the letter from Nashville Tennessee
He said hon
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By Chris Ledoux, On a highway thru the desert beneath an over pass
Sat
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By Chris Ledoux, He's rugged rough and ready his lady's soft and pretty
There
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By Chris Ledoux, He walked out in the arena all dressed up to
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By Chris Ledoux, He was a runaway rodeo was his dream
He was ridin'
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By Chris Ledoux, Just barely eighteen when the Great War was through
Ridin' and
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By Chris Ledoux, Well I wake up in the mornin', I brew my
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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, Well your mama finds it hard to understand
Why her lovin'
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By Chris Ledoux, The raindrops fall on my camper the lightening crashes and
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By Chris Ledoux, I know I hurt you but I never meant to
It's
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By Chris Ledoux, The moon is shinnin' down through the pines
And it spreads
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By Chris Ledoux, I parked my old pickup behind the holdin' fence and
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By Chris Ledoux, Under the skies of old Big D he works a
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By Chris Ledoux, I'm sittin' in a city filled with people cars and
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By Chris Ledoux, Well Lord I love this ranchin' with it's ropin' and
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By Chris Ledoux, I've been gone for so long
Feels so good just to
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By Chris Ledoux, Braided rope saddle soap rosin for his riggin'
A young man