Texty

Now let me take you to the movies, Magg So I can hold your hand Oh, it ain't that I don't like your house It's just that doggone man And that double barrel behind the door It waits for Carl, I know Oh, climb upon ol' Becky's back And let's ride to the picture show I only see her once the week And that's when my work is through I break new ground the whole week long With my mind set straight on you And I've polished up my ol' horse Becky And she looks good I know So climb upon ol' Becky's back And let's ride to the picture show Now won't you let me take you to the show So I can hold your hand Oh, it ain't that I don't like your house It's just that doggone man And that double barrel behind the door It waits for me, I know So climb upon ol' Becky's back Let's ride to the picture show Well, I break new ground the whole week long With my mind set straight on you And every time I try to smile My heart it breaks in two Oh, I slick myself up Saturday night 'Cause there's one thing I know I'm a-gonna take my Maggie dear To the western picture show Now won't you let me take you to the show So I can hold your hand Oh, it ain't that I don't like your house It's just that doggone man And that double barrel behind the door Lord, it waits for me, I know So climb upon ol' Becky's back And let's ride to the picture show
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