Went like breaking in a horse,

I might stand some show of winning,

'Cause I've learned that game, of course;

But this moonshine folks call 'courting,'

I ain't never played that part;

I can't keep from talking foolish

When I'm thinking with my heart.

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Now, those women that you read of

In these story picture books,

They can't ride in roping distance

Of that girl in style and looks.

They have waists more like an insect,

Corset shaped and double cinched;

Feet just right to make a watch charm,

Small, of course, because they're pinched.

This here Nancy's like God made her,--

She don't wear no saddle girth,

But she's supple as a willow,

And the purtiest thing on earth.

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