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They'Re Talkin' 'Bout Your Ma

Son, there's sometin' that you should know An' sure as I'm your pa When you hear 'em say "Cowgirl Up" They're talkin' 'bout your ma Gave her the meanest hoss I had - Told her to calm him down She smiled and kissed me on the cheek And snubbed her rope around She slipped the loop over his head An' punched him 'tween the eyes Then kicked him in the ribs three times - He stood there in surprise Then he took off to jump the fence Runnin' at a lope An' he forgot just where he was 'Til he ran out of rope It turned him over end for end An' he hit with a thump Your Ma strolled over casual like An' sat down on his rump Now he'll protect her with his life She belongs on his back He never has forgot that day That he ran outta slack 5/27/2017

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