Maybe I should call her up
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And even if she laughs at me, at least
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I would get to hear her voice
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Maybe I could calm her down
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And she'd ask me to come around
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And pick her up and take her out someplace
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But I'm just dreamin'
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She says she's had enough
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Of cowboy boots and pickup trucks
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Enough of checkered shirts and dark blue eyes
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Going back to being a rich man's wife
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And I'm just dreamin'
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I should have never took up with her
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Should have never had a girl
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Who didn't know hay from straw
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But when I fell into her eyes
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It was like I'd found paradise
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And I'd finally figured out where heaven was
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But I'm just dreamin'
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She says she's had enough
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Of cowboy boots and pickup trucks
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Enough of checkered shirts and dark blue eyes
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Going back to being a rich man's wife
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And I'm just dreamin'
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Every time there's dust out on the road
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I look up and I hope
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That she's coming back to me
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Even though I already know
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She's gone for good, she told me so
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I always think it just might be
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But I'm just dreamin'
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She says she's had enough
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Of cowboy boots and pickup trucks
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Enough of checkered shirts and dark blue eyes
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Going back to being a rich man's wife
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And I'm just dreamin'
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And I'm just dreamin'
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And I'm just dreamin'
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Just Dreamin'
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| Fred Eaglesmith |
