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She was a sweet child born in Soyhern Texas
Some time in 73
Her Moma was from Alabama
Her Poppy from New Orleans 
A cheerleader and local beauty at 17 
Some folk say around here
She was the prettiest girl they'd ever seen
And she knew it
And with a smile and a certain look
She could get anything
She'd need
And she played it by the book
Could drink anyone under the table
When the cowboys rode into town

Soon she grew and padded filling 
Her curvey body 
in her midriff blouse
And tight blue jeans
Long blonde hair
And a cowboy hat and boots
Boys would follow her everywhere

A cowgirl at heart
Country music in her blood
Sang like an angel
Played the guitar like nobody else could

Well she got too big for her boots
And her hat 
Could do anything she'd please
Had the most amazing body
Man and boy would have loved to touch
And boy did she tease

She thought she could hang on to
Her body and good looks
Without a doubt
But she got older

Everyone moved West
But she was going south.

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