Well, somewhere back around thirty six
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I was standin' knee deep in the Oklahoma sticks
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Pickin' them Jimmie Rodgers' licks like I owned 'em
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And the girls in town loved what I'd do
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I had Choctaw hair and eyes of blue
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They'd call me baby I was six foot two and looked lonesome.
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Then yonder come a man in a big ol' car
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With a black baret and a big cigar
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He said son you're a natural cowboy star for sure
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He looked at me and he said sign
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I looked at him and I said fine
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I wrote my name on the dotted line and I became
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The Appaloosa Rider, Appaloosa Rider, Appaloosa Rider
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Hero of the plains.
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Soon I was smilin' from magazines
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My head slicked down with Vaseline
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And all those bobby-sox babies' screams would ring
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They'd pack 'em in like Main sardines
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And stand 'em in the mezzanines
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To see me ride cross the creen and sing.
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I hundred fights I musta won
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A thousand bullets in my gun
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And my hat staeyd on through all the fun and glory
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But my real life pony had its hood adorned
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With a big ol' set of western horns
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While all America ate popcorn and marveled at the one and only
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Appaloosa Rider, Appaloosa Rider, Appaloosa Rider
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Hero of the plains.
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Well, a real life villain had crossed the line
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So I crossed Hollywood and Vine
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And signed another dotted line my handle
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But when I come back most all the noise
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Was made for Hoppys Genes and Roys
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And Hollywood had more cowboys than scandals.
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So here I am in the Oklahoma sticks
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And out of all my old sidekicks
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Jack Daniesls is the one who sticks around
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But old friends and fans have begun to write
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And I learned why the other night
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When I woke up to a TV fight
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The hero won and his hat stayed white
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And guess who rode across my sight
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I tell you I was dynamite
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Appaloosa Rider, Appaloosa Rider, Appaloosa Rider.
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Appaloosa Rider, Appaloosa Rider, Appaloosa Rider...
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Appaloosa Rider
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| Bobby Bare |
