A Country Love Song

My father stole my wife, Nadine,
And they run off together.
My brother took off after them,
Hell bent fer leather.

I would have gone myself but then,
I was on the job,
So who was there to turn to then,
But Brother Billy-Bob.

He found them in a cheap motel,
The other side of the mountain,
Burst in the room and pulled his gun,
And Dad went down 'thout countin'.

Billy-Bob then grabbed Nadine,
And threw her in the truck.
You'd think he'd bring her straight to me,
But there ain't no such luck.

He looked into her big blue eyes,
Said,"You are now my gal.
I really ought to take you home,
But yer purty as a spotted cow."

So now Nadine's with Billy-Bob,
But I guess I'll just leave her.
The best revenge on both of them,
Is for me to let him keep her.

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