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I think it’s that girlfriend
I’m a failed country
You’re in it for one
And western yodeller
You’re in it for two
Trying our hands
You’re in it for two
I’m in it for two
Delivery girl
And that’s for starters
I say what harm can
And hunt that bootleg
One little sip do
At something so new
Even hunt a few
Years of brylcreeming
A couple of bars
Nearly grown out hair
You make your come back
You sign the contract
Into a ducks’ ass
With a paperback
Delivery girl
You sign the contract
You make the soundtrack
And hunt that bootleg