| All the ladies of the canyon
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| Wearing black to their house parties
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| Crosby, Stills and Nash is playing
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| Wine is flowing with Bacardi
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| But sometimes girls just want to have fun
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| The poetry inside of me is warm like a gun
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| I bought me a truck in the middle of the night
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| It’ll buy me a year if I play my cards right
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| Photo-free exits from baby’s bedside
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| 'Cause they don’t yet know what car I drive
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| I’m just tryna keep my love alive
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| With my bartender, hold me all night
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| Bartender, our love’s alive
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| Baby remember, I’m not drinking wine
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| But that cherry coke you serve is fine
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| And our love’s sweet enough on the vine
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| Bartender
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| Bar t-t-t tender
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| All the ladies of the canyon
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| Wearing white for their tea parties
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| Playing games of levitation
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| Meditating in the garden
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| And I like the little games that we play
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| From the valley to the beach
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| And when at last the day is done
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| I grab my keys
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| I bought me a truck in the middle of the night
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| It’ll buy me a year if I play my cards right
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| Photo-free exits from baby’s bedside
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| 'Cause they don’t yet know what car I drive
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| I’m just tryna keep my love alive
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| With my bartender, hold me all night
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| Bartender, our love’s alive
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| Baby, remember, I’m not drinking wine
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| But that cherry coke you serve is fine
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| And our love’s sweet enough on the vine
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| Bar t-t-t tender
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| Bar t-t-t tender
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| Bar t-t-t tender
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| Ha ha ha ha
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| I bought me a truck in the middle of the night
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| 60 MPH on PCH drive
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| Here to Long Beach to Newport by your side
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| As they don’t yet know where I reside
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| Sixty miles from the last place I hide
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| With my bar t-t-t tender, hold me all night
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| Bar t-t-t tender, keep love alive
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| Bar t-t-t tender |