(Matraca Berg/Stan Lynch)
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I came down from the Cadillac dude ranch, health spa
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Nestled on the edge of town
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For fourteen days I've been herbal wrapped, mud packed
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Now I'm bustin' out
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Well, I thought the wild west wasn't for me
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You walked up like a bow-legged dream
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When you said yes ma'am I thought I'd scream
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Oh, put me in your big ol' pick up truck
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Take me to the rodeo
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I don't know a thing about broncin' bucks
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And I can't do-si-do
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But I can put you back in the saddle, baby
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Yeah, stand you up tall
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I can put you back in the saddle, baby
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Yeah, and that ain't all
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Well, it must've been the burned out new age coffee house
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So called sensitive guys
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I never thought a leatherneck suckin' on a long neck
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Could make my temperature rise
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But you're so sweet, baby, you're so fine
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You bring the barbecue and I'll bring the wine
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We'll dance all night til your belt buckle shines
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Oh, put me in your big ol' pick up truck
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Take me to the rodeo
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I don't know a thing about broncin' bucks
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And I can't do-si-do
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But I can put you back in the saddle, baby
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Yeah, stand you up tall
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I can put you back in the saddle, baby
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Every time you fall
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Well, I might be in a yuppie funk
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You might think I'm a little bit drunk
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But all I know is a hunk is a hunk
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Oh, put me in your big ol' pick up truck
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Take me to the rodeo
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I don't know a thing about broncin' bucks
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And I can't do-si-do
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But I can put you back in the saddle, baby
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Yeah, stand you up tall
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I can put you back in the saddle, baby
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Yeah, and that ain't all
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Back In The Saddle
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| Matraca Berg |
