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I like your twisted point of view, Mike I like your questioning eyebrows You've made it pretty clear what you like It's only fair to tell you now that I leave early in the morning and I won't be back till next year I see that kiss-me pucker forming but maybe you should plug it with a beer cause Papa was a rodeo Mama was a rock'n'roll band I could play guitar and rope a steer before I learned to stand Home was anywhere with diesel gas Love was a trucker's hand Never stuck around long enough for a one-night stand Before you kiss me you should know Papa was a rodeo The light reflecting off the mirror ball looks like a thousand swirling eyes They make me think I shouldn't be here at all You know, every minute someone dies What are we doing in this dive bar How can you live in a place like this Why don't you just get into my car and I'll take you away I'll take that kiss now, but... And now it's 55 years later We've had the romance of the century After all these years wrestling gators I still feel like crying when I think of what you said to me... What a coincidence, your Papa was a rodeo too From Letras Mania