She got a pawn shop pistol underneath her seat.
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She got snakeskin boots upon her feet.
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She got the radio up, she got her hair let down.
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She got the Pontiac rumblin' out of town.
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She got a rag-top two-tone '74.
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My little lady ain't my little lady no more.
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She got the honky-tonk fever, got the skin tight jeans.
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She got the long neck beer, got the Jim Beam.
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She got the jukebox pumpin' all through the night.
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She got the pool balls clickin' in the neon light.
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She got the two-step shakin' on the sawdust floor.
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My little lady ain't my little lady no more.
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My little lady ain't my little lady no more,
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I ain't ever seen her do this kind of thing before.
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I've never been the one who had to walk the floor,
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I used to be the one that she was livin' for!
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She got the headlights burnin' through the mornin' mist.
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She got the Marlboro hangin' from her ruby lips.
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She got the Ray Bans coverin' up her eyes.
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She got the cowboy drifter by the road side.
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They're gonna ride through sweet freedom's door.
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My little lady ain't my little lady no more.
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My little lady ain't my little lady no more,
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I ain't ever seen her do this kind of thing before.
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I've never been the one who had to walk the floor,
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I used to be the one that she was livin' for!
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She go the Pontiac speedin' through the southern rain.
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She got the Cuervo Gold killin' all the pain.
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She got 45 miles to the Texas line.
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She got the Louisiana cop car right behind.
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She got the pedal pressed right down to the floor.
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My little lady ain't my little lady no more.
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She's gonna ride through sweet freedom's door.
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My little lady ain't my little lady no more.
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My Little Lady (Ain't My Little Lady No More)
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| Jamie O'Hara |
