(Roger LaVoie / Lobo)
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Bull Smith is a honcho
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In a golden Silverado
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Driving through San Antonio
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Listening to the radio
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He's got Bull dogs on his fenders
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Rattle snake suspenders
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A hat with buzzard feathers
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And boots with lizard leathers
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He's handsome as a devil and he ain't nobody's fool
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At high noon in the summer he stands cool
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He's stronger than an eighteen wheeler stormin down the pike
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But he goes home alone every night
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Cos he can't dance (Bull Smith) the cotton-eyed Joe
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He's got turquoise on his buckles
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Diamonds on his knuckles
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He can stare down a coyote
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And get crazy on peyote
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Bull Smith Can't Dance The Cotton-Eyed Joe
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