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He came with a bottle of whiskey
He sat over me
Kissed me and got slow
Moved on my fingertips

Though I was moaning all the evening
Thru thoughts the old sun rised
The sun of Amarillo
When I played with other guy

Chorus:
I'm a long long way home
Next to me someone strange
In my toughts still that one cowboy
That's the man I wanna be married to

I rested on one's laurels
To the stranger pout my lips
His eyes told me he's in love
But my eyes dwelled on cowboy's belt

We laughed and drank old whiskey
From 1817
He asked if it was the first time
But it ain't, not with him

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