- Dalhart
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- Dalhart Texas long ago
- In a pickup truck I sat
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- watching traffic on the
boulevard
- from underneath my western
hat.
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- Feeling like James Dean
- I was a cool cowboy cat.
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- Dave an' me was waitin'
- for our buddies, Bob and
Pat.
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- We needed a ride to
grandma's
- cause the pickup had a
flat.
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- Then the boys arrived and Bob
hollered,
- "Let's go to Nara Visa, that's
where the dance is at."
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- My partner Dave gave me a
smile
- like Buddy Holly and all
that.
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- We cruised and sipped on
beer
- Texas kids on a welcome
mat.
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- It played out like a drive-in
movie
- two guys chose off in a
spat.
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- Groups mumbled in the night
air
- the music sharp, not flat.
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- Then we drove back to
Dalhart
- me in the back seat, with my
hat.
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