- Ready, Set and Go!
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- I was driving across the desert to
place a small bet
- The sky was kind of gray I hadn't
had my flat tire yet
- Ten bucks said I could eat more
flap jacks then the rest
- Jimmy from the Bar C held that
title and was best
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- Sunday morning July third and here
I was again
- Just a shot of bottled water
prepared me for the win
- All the boys was gathered like
soldiers in a row
- Stacks of pancakes set before us,
ready, set and go!
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- Carl on my left was on his number
five
- When he stopped like a boxer about
to take a dive
- As I was on number seven, I
grinned like a pro
- slam dunking number eight with
number nine in tow
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- then I saw "the glaze" come over
Jimmy smiling wide
- he'd just finished number ten and
hit the runners stride
- like when those marathoner's legs
coast on cruise
- all the others had stopped not
caring that they'd lose
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- well, I jammed it into second
catching up to twelve
- I could see that contest coffee
cup sitting on my shelve
- Jimmy grinned through syrup and he
grabbed six more
- I had to pick up seven just to
even up the score
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- Jim was from Montana where he'd
learned to wrestle steer
- Big enough so someone else would
always buy his beer
- And I did respect him kind ofÉ
although I called him names
- In places where I was safe from,
"What did you call me?" games
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- On this Sunday morning I was close
as any came
- I only got two more downÉ
extinguishing my flame
- Jimmy won with twenty one just
like Billy the Kid
- as I scratched flap jacks off my
list, cause of what I did
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