They got a road out in Alaska now,
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I hear that you can go there.
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Tell me about Montana,
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With the cool blue mountain air.
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I know your honeys got the money,
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I can understand your wanderlust.
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Brother, and boy, for me these days,
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Its refrigerator or bust.
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I ain't got no words for going,
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I got no longing for your open road.
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Don't get found rollin' into town
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Tuggin' on a heavy load.
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You've gotta give me the nights with the city lights,
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And the people buzzin' everywhere.
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One hand upon the parking meter,
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The other on her easy chair.
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I'll send her roses,
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Send her roses everyday.
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If I don't go down another dirt road,
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I don't think it's gonna hurt my day.
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I'll send her roses,
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Send her roses once in awhile.
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I'm a long, long way from outta here,
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But you know I'm gonna go in style.
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Well, I was rollin' around Boston town,
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Wasn't hardly anybody I know.
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Got to singin' low for the first three rows,
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Puttin' on a lousy show.
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Well then I met her,
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I had to let her buy my lunch,
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I got the flowery plate.
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I'm telling you why,
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Good brother don't laugh,
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Think I got me one suitable mate.
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I'll send her roses,
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Send her roses every day.
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If I don't go down another dirt road,
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I don't think it's gonna hurt my day.
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I'll send her roses,
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Send her roses by the dozen.
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I've been having me a whirl with a pretty girl,
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And she told me she liked my lovin'.
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I'll send her roses,
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Send her roses every day.
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If I don't go down another dirt road,
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I don't think it's gonna hurt my day.
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I'll send her roses,
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Send her roses by the dozen.
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I've been having me a whirl with a pretty girl,
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And she told me she liked my lovin'...
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Send Her Roses
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| Don Williams |
