Blackie and the Rodeo King
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they were just good friends
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Been to every rodeo
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and they rode on every old train
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Blackie lived out her life every night
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trying to sort out the lies that people would
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tell her
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and the Rodeo King was an Indian who
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found the bottle
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a better friend than any old white man
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Through twenty years of fighting
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with the bramas and the horses and the
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women
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Blackie picked him up one night
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he was laying face down in the gutter
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and with her heart on her sleeve
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which life tailored for the street
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she knew that she could talk to him
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and the stories he told her were enough
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for him to hold her
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and her to hold on to him
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Counting scars in one another
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as we watched the level of the
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bottle go around
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Blackie was a beauty
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though why she was was very hard to
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tell
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but the faces the Lord put on us
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are the actions of a heart that love
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can fill
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Heart to heart they're living now
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Blackie and the Rodeo King
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Blackie & the Rodeo King
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