Ropin Pen

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Every Friday afternoon I hitch up 
the trailer
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Saddle up old Rock and ice down the 
cooler
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Drive that back road until it 
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ends at the ropin pen
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There's rusted out pickups and fancy
 rigs
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$20,000 horses then there's my old 
stick
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But we're all the same the minute
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 we ride in to the ropin pen

Chorus
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Well I ain't no Clay or Speed
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But I give her hell, hell you never 
can tell
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Someday I just might be
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We'll turn a few steers and tell a 
few lies
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Kick back in the saddle and 
philosophize
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Most of life's problems we can 
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probably solve 'em at the ropin' pen

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We Don't do it for the money hell 
we're always broke
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Just ask my old buddy Nathan what 
he'd pay to rope
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Lost a couple wifes half the 
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fingers on his hand to the ropin' 
pen
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And It takes a little skill and a 
little luck
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And you can talk smack if you can 
back it up
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Ah but we're all friends no matter
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 who wins here at the ropin' pen

Chorus #2
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Well I ain't no Clay or Speed
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But I give 'er hell, hell you never 
can tell
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Someday I just might be
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We'll turn another pen of steers and
 tell a few more lies
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Drink another beer and hypothesize
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 most of life's problems
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Hell we're gonna solve 'em at the 
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ropin' pen
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See ya'll again next weekend here at
 the ropin' pen
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At the ropin' pen down at the ropin 
pen
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At the ropin' pen