I'm watching the clock, it says five to five
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The minutes are ticking so slow
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I'm ready to stop, gonna close up the shop
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So honey if you're ready lets go
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Take out your pinstripe suit
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And your fancy cowboy boots
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Now ain't it a crime when you're lookin' so fine
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And tonight you're mine, all mine
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[Chorus:]
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Packin' it up, movin' on out
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Headed up to the big town
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Sure like them big city lights on a Saturday night
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Coming in from the country
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[Second Chorus:]
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Packin it up, movin' on out
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Headed up to the big town
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Sure like those big city lights on a Saturday night
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Coming in from the country
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Take off my blue jeans
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Slip on the hottest dress that you've ever seen
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Just like an ad in a fashion magazine
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It's you and me babe, a sight for sore eyes to see
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Take in a movie or maybe a show
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Dance all night just letting it go
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Champagne and roses waiting back at our suite
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So kick off your boots and make sweet love to me
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[Repeat Second Chorus 3X]
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[Repeat Second Chorus To Fade]
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Packin' It Up
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| Dolly Parton |
