Oh Lord, I wish I had never been stoned
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'Cause when I get high I can't leave the women alone
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Omaha Sherriff and his broad gettin' ready for slaughter
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Their lookin' for the man that turned on the mayor's daughter.
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Omaha honey, had a hold on a hell of a thing
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Down in a holla', every evening you can hear her sing
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She said, monkey but showed me the Tulsa Turnaround
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Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down
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Fit me like a hand in a glove, taught me how to love, y'all.
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Five miles of road between me and my house
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A rosy-throat sherriff and his deputy were trackin' me down
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Well, I wish I was back at Baton, takin' it easy
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But if a man's gonna eat fried chicken he's got to be greasy.
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Omaha honey, had a hold on a hell of a thing
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Down in a hollo' every evening you can hear her sing
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She said that monkey but showed me the Tulsa Turnaround
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Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down
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Fit me like a hand in a glove, taught me how to love, y'all.
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(Instrumental)
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Omaha honey, had a hold on a hell of a thing
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Down in a hollo' every evening you can hear her sing
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She said, monkey but showed me the Tulsa Turnaround
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Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down
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Fit me like a hand in a glove, taught me how to love, y'all...
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Tulsa Turnaround
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| Kenny Rogers |
