Pretty Painted Ladies

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By a blackened wood stove in a 
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rundown old bunkhouse
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Sat an old buckaroo with his hat in
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 his hand
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He lowered his voice as he told us 
about 'em
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The wild western women that wore 
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no man’s brand

[Verse 2]
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He remembered how they'd drive 
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you plum crazy
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Dancin' for nickels 'neath the 
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barrooms oil lights
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We'd come off the trail they'd be 
waitin' for us
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Pretty painted ladies in dresses 
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so bright

[Chorus]
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Where are all the pretty painted 
ladies
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Where's all my dance hall gals
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Where are you Lil are you still 
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young and pretty
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And a waitin' for me at the end of
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 my trail

[Verse 3]
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Slowly they'd swirl with the 
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ranchers and wranglers
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While the piano played on into the 
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night
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Just a kickin' their skirts past 
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the lonely rawhiders
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Pretty painted ladies I miss you 
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tonight

[Verse 4]
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I told the old timer they moved off 
a long time ago
There ain't no more pretty Lil old 
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man no Buffalo Sal
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He said son some nights I can see 
'em
Just a singin' and a dancin' at the 
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end of my trail

[Chorus]
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Oh where are all the pretty painted 
ladies
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Where's all my dance hall gals
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Where are you Lil are you still 
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young and pretty
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Just a waitin' for me at the end 
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of my trail