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And I look over yonder
Tell me what do I see?
Can it be a see a special angel built specially for me?
With that long black hair
Yeah, her eyes are so bright
Yeah, she looks real good underneath the bar lights
She drives a new Thunderbird
Owns a stack of credit cards
Yeah, she parties real cool
She parties real hard
I been to Bakersfield twice, and four county fairs
But I never seen a woman like that anywheres
Oh, those nights in Fillmore
Who could ask for anything more?
I saw you dancing in the heat
You threw my love right out on the street
A cowpunk
Oh, that girl's much too tough
She's cowpunk
She's cowpunk
Yeah, she's my little sugar
And we have so much fun
Yeah, we'll hit the bowling alley
When the workday is done
Yeah, she's my little baby
And she loves me so right
Yeah, she hold me in the morning well on into the night
I got a hot rod Ford and a two-dollar bill
Hell, and I know a joint right over that hill
Well, they got live music and the band's really good
Yeah, they drive here directly from North Hollywood
Oh, those nights in Fillmore
Who could ask for anything more?
I saw you dancing in the heat
You stop my heart like it's a hammer to meat
A cowpunk
Oh, that girl's much too tough
A cowpunk
A cowpunk
Yo, Waco!
(Hey, let's party and get funky with these folks, dagnabbit)
(How 'bout it?)
A cowpunk
A cowpunk
A cowpunk
A cowpunk
A cowpunk
A cowpunk
A cowpunk
A cowpunk
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