| Beginning | End |
| This ain't comin' from no prophet | |
| Night winds whisper to me | |
| Holding you, I held every thing | |
| Choose to chance the rapids | |
| I see a sinking soul trying desperately | |
| Honey, we may be through | |
| I oughta waltz right out of them swingin' doors | |
| | Beginning | End |
| And the beer chases my | |
| Yes, my life is better | |
| So bring me two pina coladas | |
| Papa loved Mama, Mama loved men | |
| Pull your hat down tight | |
| He was up in Wyoming | |
| It's cowboy hats | |
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