This little lady down in Texas tight tank top and a tan
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Rockin' True Religion britches drinking beer in a can
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She was too hot to two-step I was too dumb to just leave her alone
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But I made up my mind and I felt the fever coming on
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Kinda getting hot
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My knuckles turned white and my neck turned red
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My one good eye rolled straight back in my head
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It makes a Texas tornado seem like a cool breeze
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I can feel it coming over me, mad cowboy disease
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I was online away from scoring a win
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But I was two shots shy of three sheets to the wind
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I must've drank a hundred dollars sitting there just trying to work up the nerve
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Well one more Jager for my jitters and I was stagger-reaching over to her
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I really couldn't walk that good
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Well exuse me there honay kinda's trippin' all over myself
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Oh lordy, oh boy, here we go again
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Talking like Mel T-T-Tillis I said w-what's your n-name
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She said you ain't no player boy and I ain't no g-game
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But you are kinda cute so when you're feeling better give me a call
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And with her black eye-liner she wrote her number on my trembling palm
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My knees started shaking I was breaking out a sweat
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Trying to memorize her number 'cause my hand was getting wet
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I was showing the symptoms looking for a remedy
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I can feel it coming over me, mad cowboy disease
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Aw, I got that mad cowboy disease
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Little hoof in the mouth
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Makes ya' tongue hang out all the way to the floor
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Down on hands & knees beggin' like a hungry dog
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What do ya mean get off my knees
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I kinda' like it down here anybody got a leash
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Startin' to get a little rabid if ya know what I mean
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Mad Cowboy Disease
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| John Michael Montgomery |
