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Staring out my window, who is that I see
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He sure does look familar, and he's wearing boots and jean
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Can't tell you where I saw him, was it on a late night screen
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A cowboy in this city's something I ain't never seen
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He's kockin' on the door of my two room flat
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Do I let him in, what I would give to love a man like that
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He walks that Western walk, he talks that Southern talk
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He rides that rodeo, he come from San Antonio
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He's drivin' a big ole Cadillac
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Hey, I could love a man like that
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Yes, I could love a man like that
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He takes me by the hand as he leads me out the door
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I say "Good-bye ole city, I won't be back here no more"
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Well I moved here from the country thought I'd try and get ahead
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Oh but every road I've taken's headed other ways instead
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But I've packed up my belongings, and he's handing me the keys
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I'm headed to the moutains with the man of my dreams
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He walks that Western walk, he talks that Southern talk
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He rides that rodeo, he come from San Antonio
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He's drivin' a big ole Cadillac
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Hey, I could love a man like that
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Yes, I could love a man like that
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Now you may think I'm crazy but I just can't explain
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There's something about a cowboy that drives this girl insane
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He walks that Western walk, he talks that Southern talk
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He rides that rodeo, he come from San Antonio
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He's drivin' a big ole Cadillac
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Hey, I could love a man like that
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Yes, I could love a man like that
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I Can Love A Man Like That
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| Anita Cochran |
