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I should have seen it coming 
By the sad look on her face
Instead she had to say the 
words
Right now I need some space

Standing by the open door
In her mind she's already gone
One foot tapping on the floor
To the beat of another's song. 

It wasn't my first rodeo 
And it ain't gonna be my last
I always get back in the saddle
but lately not as fast

Thank God there's a lot more 
rodeo queens
Than riders at each show
Less broken bones than 
shattered dreams
For those who love the rodeo. 

But my daddy always told me
Steer clear of the rodeo queens
Cos they ain't nuthin but 
trouble son 
Dressed up in tight blue jeans.

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