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I like your point of view, Mike
I like your eyebrows
You've made it pretty what you like
only fair to tell you now
I see that kiss-me forming
But maybe you should plug it with a beer,

was a rodeo
Mama was a rock'n'roll
I play guitar and rope a steer
I learned to stand
Home was anywhere with gas
Love was a trucker's
Never stuck long enough
For a one night
Before you kiss me you know
Papa was a

The reflecting off the mirror ball
Looks a thousand swirling eyes
They me think I shouldn't be here at all
You know, every minute dies

What are we doing in dive bar?
How can you live in a place like
Why you just get into my car
And I'll take you away, I'll that kiss now, but

(Boy) Papa was a . . .

And now it's 55 later
We've had the romance of the
all these years wrestling gators
I still feel crying when I think of what you said to me

was a rodeo . . .

Before you kiss me you know
was a rodeo
What a coincidence, Papa was a rodeo too