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Lady love, rides a big red Cadillac |
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Buys the hoedown show salt and beans |
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Goes to church to pray for Lucifer |
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She milked the male population clean |
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So ride in line, shake yourself by the hand |
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Live your life inside a paper can |
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But you'll never get to pick and choose |
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She's bought you and sold you |
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There ain't no shoe strings on Louise |
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Come on down, come on down from the ladder |
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Henry, get your head, get your head out of them clouds |
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What she wants is to go kissin' on a swine herd |
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You might as well kiss the boss man's cow |
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So ride in line, shake yourself by the hand |
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Live your life inside a paper can |
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But you'll never get to pick and choose |
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She's bought you and sold you |
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There ain't no shoe strings on Louise, come on, gal |
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All those city women who want to make us poor men |
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And this land's got the worse for the worryin' |
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Yeah, I got married at the early age of fourteen |
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And I've been worryin' about the way you'll be lovin' them |
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Yeah, so ride in line, shake yourself by the hand |
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Live your life inside a paper can |
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But you'll never get to pick and choose |
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She's bought you and sold you |
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There ain't no shoe strings on Louise, oh, yeah |
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There ain't no shoe strings on Louise, yeah, oh |
