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Since She Started to Ride
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She's got a brown suntan starting just above her collar
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Her lower arms they're brown, but the rest is kinda pale
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She'd buy betadine if she only had a dollar
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And she'd live out in the pasture if she only had a tail.
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And no I don't see her much since she started with horses
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No I don't see her much since she started to ride.
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Well her jeans they get like a wet saddle blanket
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And her boots are like you'd figure
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And her car is full of hay
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Horses, humans if she had to rank it
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You'd bet on they that canter
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And them that need fly spray
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And you see I don't see her much since she started with horses
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No I don't see her much since she started to ride
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Go boys, tell 'em all about it!
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(Guitar)
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Candle and fender, barrel and mein (?)
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Don't see her much since she started to train
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Cannon (?)bone, knee bone, forearm and arm
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I don't see her much when she heads for the barn
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And she's so satisfied when she's riding and drinking
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She must just love that smell of the barn I would say
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She's so satisfied when she's grooming and graining
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And she's tired in the evening and she's gone in the day
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And no I don't see her much since she started with horses
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No I don't see her much since she started to ride.
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Since She Started to Ride
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