He's a ranch hand in a pinch, man
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Hotter than the red on a cattle brand
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'Cause she's a gold digger with a quick trigger
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A cast iron, skillet swingin', lid-flipper
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Now he's a double-wide on the county line
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Sipping on a six pack of Lonestar Light
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She did 'em dirty, took him to the cleaners
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Now her pockets and her pastures are greener
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And he says
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I don't miss her or her sister
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I don't need that old drop top Cadillac
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She can keep that diamond, I ain't lyin'
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I just want my horse back
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Now he's a buckskin, fifteen hands
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Five-time team rope champion
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She never liked him, she don't need him
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Hell, she don't even know how to feed him
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She ain't a cowgirl, she can't stand Merle
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Hell, she ain't ever two stepped or snapped pearls
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So, after about a month of Jim Beam'ing
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That ol' cowboy got to schemin', sayin'
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I don't miss her or her sister
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I don't need that old drop top Cadillac
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Well, she can keep that diamond, I ain't lyin'
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I just want my horse back
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So last night, around midnight
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He took his lucky fence pliers and a mag light
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He cut the fence out, he snuck on in
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One whistle in the wind, and that buckskin
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He came running, running right up
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He had the saddle all ready, so he saddled up
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Rode off like a bat out of hell and
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You could hear that cowboy yelling
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Singin'
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I don't miss her or her sister
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I don't need that old drop top Cadillac
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Well, she can keep that diamond, I ain't lying
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I just want my
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Yeah, I just want my
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Damn, girl, I just want my horse back
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