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I was born in a desert, raised in a lion's den
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I was born in a desert, raised in a lion's den
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And my number one occupation is stealing women from their men
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Well I'm a wanted man in Texas, busted jail and I'm gone for good
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Well I'm a wanted man in Texas, busted jail and I'm gone for good
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Well the sheriff couldn't catch me
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But his little girl sure wished he would
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[Solo x 2]
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Yes and the doctor call me crazy, some says I am some says I ain't
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Yes and the doctor call me crazy, some says I am some says I ain't
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The preacher man call me a sinner, but his little girl call me a saint
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Well a couple of shots of whiskey, women round here start lookin' good
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Well a couple of shots of whiskey, women round here start lookin' good
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Couple more shots of whiskey, I'm goin' down to Minglewood
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[Solo X 2]
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It's T for Texas, yes and it's T for Timbuctoo (note c)
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It's T for Texas, yes and it's T for Timbuctoo
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Yes and it's T for [San Francisco - or wherever!]
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Where the little girls know what to do
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[REPEAT FIRST VERSE]
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… And my number one occupation is stealing women from their men
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