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I
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was
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sittin'
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in
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a
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coffee
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shop,
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just
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havin'
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a
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cup
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to
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pass
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the
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time,
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swappin'
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rodeo
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stories
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with
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this
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ol'
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cowboy
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friend
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of
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mine.
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When
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some
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motorcycle
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riders
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started
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snickerin'
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in
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the
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back,
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started
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pokin'
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fun
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at
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my
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friend's
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hat.
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One
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old
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boy
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said,
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"Hey
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Tex,
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where'd
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you
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park
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your
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horse?"
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My
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friend
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just
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pulled
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his
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hat
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down
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low,
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but
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they
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couldn't
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be
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ignored.
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One
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husky
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fella
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said,
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"I
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think
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I'll
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rip
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that
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hat
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right
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off
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your
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head."
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That's
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when
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my
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friend
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turned
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around,
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and
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this
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is
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what
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he
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said;
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"You'll
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ride
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a
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black
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tornado
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across
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the
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western
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sky,
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rope
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an
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ol'
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blue
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norther
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and
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milk
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it
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'till
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it's
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dry,
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bulldog
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the
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Mississippi,
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pin
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its
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ears
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down
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flat,
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long
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before
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you
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take
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this
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cowboy's
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hat.
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Now
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partner,
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this
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old
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hat's
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better
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left
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alone.
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You
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see,
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it
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used
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to
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be
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my
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daddy's,
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but
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last
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year
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he
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passed
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on.
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My
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nephew
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skinned
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the
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rattler
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that
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makes
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up
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this
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ol'
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hat
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band,
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but
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back
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in
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'69
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he
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died
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in
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Vietnam.
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Now,
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the
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eagle
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feather
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was
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given
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to
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me
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by
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an
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indian
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friend
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of
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mine;
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someone
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ran
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him
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down
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somewhere
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around
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that
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Arizona
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line.
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And
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a
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real
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special
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lady
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gave
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me
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this
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hat
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pin,
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and
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I
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don't
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know
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if
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I'll
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ever
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see
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her
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again.
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You'll
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ride
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a
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black
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tornado
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across
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the
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western
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sky,
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rope
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an
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ol'
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blue
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norther
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and
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milk
|
it
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'till
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it's
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dry,
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bulldog
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the
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Mississippi,
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pin
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its
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ears
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down
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flat,
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long
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before
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you
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take
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this
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cowboy's
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hat.
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Now,
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if
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your
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leather
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jacket
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means
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to
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you
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what
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this
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hat
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means
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to
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me,
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then
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I
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guess
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we
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understand
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each
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other,
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and
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we'll
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just
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let
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it
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be.
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But
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if
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you
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still
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think
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it's
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funny,
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man,
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you
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got
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my
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back
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against
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the
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wall,
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and
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if
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you
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touch
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my
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hat,
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you're
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going
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to
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have
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to
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fight
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us
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all."
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Well,
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right
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then
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I
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caught
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a
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little
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sadness
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in
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that
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gang
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leader's
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eyes.
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He
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turned
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back
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to
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the
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others
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and
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they
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just
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all
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kind
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of
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shuffled
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on
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outside.
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But
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when
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my
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friend
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turned
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back
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towards
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me
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I
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noticed
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his
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ol'
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hat
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brim,
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well
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it
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was
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turned
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up
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in
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a
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big
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ol'
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Texas
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grin.
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"You'll
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ride
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a
|
black
|
tornado
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across
|
the
|
western
|
sky,
|
rope
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an
|
ol'
|
blue
|
norther
|
and
|
milk
|
it
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'till
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it's
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dry,
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bulldog
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the
|
Mississippi,
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pin
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its
|
ears
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down
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flat,
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long
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before
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you
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take
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this
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cowboy's
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hat."
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(Try to choose songs without swear words)