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I once met a man with a sense of adventure He was dressed to trill Wherever he went he said "let?s make love on a mountain top Under the stars, on a big

You keep saying you've got something for me Something you call love, but confess You've been messing where you shouldn't be messing And someone else is

The boots you wear are heavy Rest now, I'll wear them for a while And as you lie there sleeping I'll walk down and retrace every mile All the lines around

Baby, don't blame me If I can't get loving you right Baby, don't blame me If I can't get loving you right I ain't cut out for aprons Or staying home at

Strangers always got some mess to spread But I have learned to flick them off Can?t walk a mile in my YSL?s I strap ?em on and I walk it off Got ?em

Trying to figure out just what to do Wonder what the future holds for you Being in a cult is part of growing up today Drifting 'round the streets you'

Das alte Lied der Straße das zog uns stets hinaus denn so ein echter Cowboy der bleibt nicht gern zu Haus' von Flensburg bis nach Garmisch von K

IF I HAD BOOTS LIKE EMMY LOU'S I'D BE A COUNTRY STAR WITH RHINESTONES ON MY BVD'S AND A HUMMINGBIRD GUITAR I'D BUY MYSELF THE BIGGEST BUS THAT EVER GRACED

That's my baby in the white boots.... That's my baby on the floor That's my baby havin' some fun.... And yellin' more, more, more That's my baby in the