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Sam Baker
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Truale
Lyricist:Blackmore, Dio
Drive an hour outta Dalhart One long straight line There's a ranch house out of nowhere There's a crossroad, there's a sign
She is born that ranch house Her daddy slapped her alive Her doctor still in town 'Cause he's too drunk to drive
Signing Truale, Truale, Truale, true
There were horses horses horses to ride Dapple of grace, wide open skies There were pintos, bathed running in stride Wind her face, it was like she could fly
Signing Truale, Truale, Truale, true
There was oil, oil, there was oil to be found Everywhere you put a boot, there was oil in the ground Oil in the ground and oil in the mud You pump long enough it gets in the blood
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She turned 15 took a roughneck with a hand-done tattoo They run off in his hot rod 442 And driving all night, drinking all day Ended up down in Dallas in a family way
Signing Truale, Truale, Truale, true
Came back and turned 30, her and the girls Never said why she left but she wore country pearls Says to her father 'No questions, no lies' She drove a T-bird with the top down Cold beer between her thighs
Signing Truale, Truale, Truale, true
There were horses, horses, horses to ride Dapples of grace wide open skies There were pintos, bathed running full stride The wind in her face it was like she could fly
Signing Truale, Truale, Truale, true
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