| You say, you’re Mama called and you must go
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| She’s down in the bed and needs you so
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| And you don’t know if you’ll be coming home tonight or not
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| But, honey ain’t you’re mama sick a lot?
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| Lately, your head hurts every night
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| Could it be, you wear your clothes too tight?
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| Since you don’t seem to hear or see a thing I say or do
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| Then I know, there’s nothing I can do for you
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| This ain’t my first rodeo
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| This ain’t the first time this old cowboy’s been throwed
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| This ain’t the first, I’ve seen this dog and pony show
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| This ain’t my first rodeo
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| You’re telling me you lost you’re wedding band
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| Somehow you say, it slipped right off you’re hand
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| When I asked about those boxes, stacked there, by the door
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| You say, it’s just some old things you don’t wear no more
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| I didn’t make it all the way through school
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| But my Mama didn’t raise any fool
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| I may not be the Einstein of our time
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| But honey, I’m not dumb and I’m not blind
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| This ain’t my first rodeo
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| This ain’t the first time this old cowboy’s been throwed
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| This ain’t the first, I’ve seen this dog and pony show
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| Honey, this ain’t my first rodeo
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| This ain’t my first rodeo
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| This ain’t the first time this old cowboy’s been throwed
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| This ain’t the first, I’ve seen this dog and pony show
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| Honey, this ain’t my first |