| Hey there all you wild pretty women where’d you go
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| When the winds would blow hard and the dust would settle low
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| Storm is coming in so I guess you better get up and go
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| Back to the lonely deserts westward out of Hillsdale, Arizona
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| Where the girls will treat you friendly sure but only if you want
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| Steal a little ride from the riverboat captain tonight
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| Hey (hey, hey) there Rose
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| Did you think I’d come all this way in vain
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| The weather’s getting hotter but I start to see the light
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| And I think I might pull over just to stop here for the night
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| I see her coming up and I know she won’t give me a fight
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| And so I start to make my move and splash my face up with some water
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| And she tries to blow me off but then it only makes me hotter
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| Hey there Rose, can you spare some change for the night
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| Hey (hey, hey) there Rose
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| Did you think I’d come all this way in vain
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| And drive (drive) down to the center of a coal mine town
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| Wash your face and change your frame of mind
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| And hard (hard) times, you better stow away your nickels and your dimes
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| And throw a rope around a big old tree
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| I see her in the rear view as I start to drive away
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| While she wipes away the teardrops I thought I heard her say
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| «I think I’ll be shooting you down if you won’t be mine»
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| So I said darling don’t you worry I’ll be back your way again
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| When the sun comes 'round the mountains and the moon comes 'round the bend
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| Just give it a while and everything’s gonna be alright
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| Hey (hey, hey) there Rose
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| Did you think I’d come all this way in vain
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| And drive (drive) down to the center of a coal mine town
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| Wash your face and change your frame of mind
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| And hard (hard) times, you better stow away your nickels and your dimes
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| And throw a rope around a big old tree
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| And hey (hey, hey) there Rose
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| Did you think I’d come all this way in vain
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| And drive (drive) down to the center of a coal mine town
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| Wash your face and change your frame of mind
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| And hard (hard) times, you better stow away your nickels and your dimes
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| And throw a rope around a big old tree |