Pick up
Highway's built for love
Hit you just like a woman would do
North Texas Rosemarie, my love
Would you put me up
The next time I'm coming though
Put your mind at ease again
I'd rather drink then hear
a church bell ringing any time
One thousand nights we talked
But then your talk was cheap
And there's a raving woman
I've got to find
New York, can you handle me?
Set me a table
I can put my buckle-boots up on
Take back my lonesome
pawnshop dreams
I know my Russian princess
had it for me all along
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