| I was third alton on the second row of the First Baptist church choir
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| I was keeper of the minutes for the Tri Delts, in charge of the homecoming
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| bonfire
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| I was a staight 'A', straight laced, level-headed as they come
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| And parked at the Sonic, isn’t that ironic, when my whole world came undone
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| One slot over was a calf roper gibeing me his Geoge Strait smile
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| And before I knew Miss Good-Two-Shoes was two0steppin', runnin' wild
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| Back in my cowboy days, Lord what a honky tonkin' haze
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| He was forbidden fruit in them tight Wranglers and boots
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| It was all dangerous fun, we were two outlaws on the run
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| Tastin' that rodeo dust, two unliklies in love
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| I swore I’d never give him up, back in my cowboy days
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| Well, Mama said, «He's crazy» Daddy says, «He's lazy»
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| Sister said, «Does he have a brother?»
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| Well, I changed my dress and who woulda guessed
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| I’d be wearin' them jeans and ropers
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| It was passionate nights and dashboard light
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| Nobody was watchin' the clock
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| It was love in the makin'
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| Eggs and bacon at the Seventy-Six truck shop
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| Back in my cowboy days, Lord what a honky tonkin' haze
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| He was forbidden fruit in them tight Wranglers and boots
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| It was all dangerous fun, we were two outlaws on the run
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| Tastin' that rodeo dust, two unliklies in love
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| I swore I’d never give him up, back in my cowboy days
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| Sometimes I lay here thinkin' 'bout him
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| And laugh about my crazy past
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| Then I roll over and kiss the calf roper
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| Who’da though it’d ever last
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| Back in my cowboy days, Lord what a honky-tonkin' haze |