Papa Was a Rodeo

I like your twisted point of view, Mike
 I like your questioning eyebrows
 You've made it pretty clear what you like
 It's only fair to tell you now
 That I leave early in the morning
 And I won't be back 'til next year
 I see that kiss-me pucker forming
 But maybe you should plug it with a beer, 'cause
 Papa was a rodeo, Mama was a rock and roll band
 I could play guitar and rope a steer before I learned to stand
 Home was anywhere with diesel gas, love was a trucker's hand
 Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand
 Before you kiss me, you should know
 Papa was a rodeo
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 The light reflecting off the mirror ball
 Looks like a thousand swirling eyes
 They make me think I shouldn't be here at all
 You know, every minute someone dies
 What are we doing in this dive bar?
 How can you live in a place like this?
 Why don't you just get into my car?
 And I'll take you away, I'll take that kiss now, but
 Papa was a rodeo, Mama was a rock and roll band
 I could play guitar and rope a steer before I learned to stand
 Home was anywhere with diesel gas, love was a trucker's hand
 Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand
 Before you kiss me, you should know
 Papa was a rodeo
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 And now it's 55 years later
 We've had the romance of the century
 After all these years wrestling gators
 I still feel like crying when I think of what you said to me
 Papa was a rodeo, Mama was a rock and roll band
 I could play guitar and rope a steer before I learned to stand
 Home was anywhere with diesel gas, love was a trucker's hand
 Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand
 Before you kiss me, you should know
 Papa was a rodeo, mmm
 What a coincidence, your Papa was a rodeo too