Ten gallon ascots and booze on your shirt
I'll come to dinner and fight off the flirts
I know I know of wash away weekends
They leave me cold so cold so cold...
Your hats they long
Of range they've sung
File out at night
Shock steers with fright
Shockers and shooters
They line up for the hearse
I wear my best wig and drive off the freelings
In the cold the cold
I'm bought by the sender
And I've been sold for coal for coal...
Your hats they long
Of range they've sung
File out at night
Shock steers with fright
The show the drone
The talk the call
The need the snow
I'll show you home
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