They say that a man just doesn't grow up
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'Till he's forty odd years old
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Such was the case of young Kelly James
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And everybody knows
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He had a place on the back stretch
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Out near the race track
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Made money on the horses he broke
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Had him a girl that he loved dearly
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Name of Rodeo Rose
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Young Kelly James and Rodeo Rose
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They lived heart to heart
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And up and down the streets of our town
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You would never see them apart
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'Till one day Rodeo Rose up and left him
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And she never came back again
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To this very day when you ask Kelly James
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He says he doesn't understand
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'Cause she wanted him crazy
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But not that crazy
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Wild, but not that wild
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And they were going to settle down and get married some day
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And maybe have themselves a child
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Breaking horses and dealing in cattle
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And living way over the edge
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With the possibility he might always stay free
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And she couldn't take the chance
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Young Kelly James stayed in that place
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And everything worked out alright
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'Cept he'd go out drinking and shooting up the town
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On some odd Saturday night
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And they'd throw him in jail
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And I'd go down and get him
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And I'd put him back out on the street
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And he'd stay straight, and he'd be okay
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For another couple of weeks
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'Cause she wanted him crazy
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But not that crazy
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Wild, but not that wild
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And they were going to settle down and get married someday
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And maybe have themselves a child
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Breaking horses and dealing in cattle
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And living way over the edge
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With the possibility he might always stay free
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And she couldn't take the chance
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Rodeo Rose, now, she lives in the suburbs
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In a house with a two car garage
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She's got a steady husband
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And a couple of children
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And nothing hardly ever goes wrong
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'Cept Rodeo Rose, she drinks too much, too
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And when she does, she gets wild
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She gets crying about horses, and underfed cattle
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And always a month behind
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'Cause she wanted him crazy
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But not that crazy
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Wild, but not that wild
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And they were going to settle down and get married some day
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And maybe have themselves a child
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Breaking horses and dealing in cattle
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And living way over the edge
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With the possibility he might always stay free
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And she couldn't take the chance
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With the possibility he might always stay free
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And she couldn't take the chance
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They say that a man just doesn't grow up
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'Till he's forty odd years old
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Rodeo Rose
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| Fred Eaglesmith |
