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(Spoken:) A western ranch is just a branch of Nowhere Junction to me.
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Give me the city where living's pretty and the gals wear finery.
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East is east and west is west
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And the wrong one I have chose
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Let's go where I'll keep on wearin'
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Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows
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Rings and things and buttons and bows
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Don't bury me in this prairie
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Take me where the cement grows
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Let's move down to some big town
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Where they love a gal by the cut o' her clothes
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And I'll stand out
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In buttons and bows
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I'll love you in buckskin
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Or skirts that I've homespun
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But I'll love ya' longer, stronger where
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Yer friends don't tote a gun
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My bones denounce the buckboard bounce
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And the cactus hurts my toes
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Let's vamoose where gals keep usin'
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Those silks and satins and linen that shows
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And I'm all yours in buttons and bows
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Gimme eastern trimmin' where women are women
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In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes
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And French perfume that rocks the room
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And I'm all yours in buttons and bows
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Buttons And Bows
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| Dinah Shore |
